On the first date?
He held my hand tightly in his as we hurried across the parking lot to his car.
I had been giving off the vibe I knew he’d pick up on. The one that said what I wanted.
And that was him.
He drank it in. Men were so easy. Show him a little cleavage. Lick your lips. Lean into him. He was all yours.
But I didn’t do first-date sex.
I wasn’t that sort of woman.
Could I be that woman now?
For Mason Kohler?
Was that what he would expect from me?
I knew I wasn’t his type. I had figured that out the very first day.
I had to make up for it in other ways.
Because I needed him to want me.
I hid most of the parts of me that I didn’t want him to see. To him I was an overworked admin, nothing more.
Revealing I worked in IT could have easily planted a seed I couldn’t risk growing.
I revealed only what advanced my agenda. What made me appealing on all levels to a man like Agent Mason Kohler.
It seemed to be working.
We stopped once we reached his car. Mason turned around and backed me up against the door, pinning me in.
My legs started to wobble; my heart hammered in my chest.
“Are you sure?” he whispered. His breath came out in tiny puffs. He shivered. Because of the wind?
Because of me?
His eyes were dark and hooded. I could barely see him in the shadows. But I could feel him.
Everywhere.
Was I sure?
He was so handsome.
I liked looking at him.
And surprisingly, I liked the feel of him pushed against me. All hard edges and soft touches.
I was attracted to Mason. I hadn’t predicted that.
There was calculation here.
But there was also lust.
