Girly Addie, staring at me in the mirror.
I smile at her.
She smirks back.
My reflection is clearly not suffering from smoldering nerve endings.
There’s a knock at my apartment door as I’m hooking the clasp of my mom’s favorite jade necklace. My fingers tremble through finishing, and then I hustle to the door.
I haven’t seen Duncan in close to two weeks.
And he looks even better than I remember.
A soft “Wow” slips from his lips as he takes in my outfit.
My cheeks burn hotter than my nerves. “Hi. Are you ready? You look nice. I mean, you always look nice. You just look nicer. Is that the same suit you wear before games?”
He’s not wearing a coat, just the slacks and a white button-down shirt with the top button open. Casual fancy.
I’m glad I didn’t wear slacks.
Am I saying that out loud? I hope I’m not saying any of that out loud.
He quirks a half smile, popping a single dimple, then puts one hand to my hip while he brushes his lips to my cheek. “You’re gorgeous. I’m ready. You?”
And then he has his hands back to himself, straightening like he didn’t just send a jolt of lightning from my cheek to my clit via my nipples merely by brushing a kiss to my cheek.
I have it bad.
I have itsobad.
“Yeah. Yeah, just let me grab my keys and phone.”
We take the stairs. My heart is pounding like I’m running away from a charging wildebeest rather than casually making the same trip down the same stairs that I regularly do.
“Am I driving or are we walking?” I ask as we reach the main floor. The tea house isn’t far.
“I got us a car.”
I blink at him.
His cheeks go the barest shade of ruddy.
“Are we going to argue about who’s paying for what after you already paid over a hundred grand to go on this date today?” I ask.
He hits me with a full-force smile. “Yep.”
It’s impossible to not smile back.
His gaze dips to my lips.
My stomach dips to put all of the pressure on my ovaries and vagina.
I missed you.
I don’t let the sentiment slip out of my mouth, but I do hook my hand around his elbow and lean in to him while we walk to the door.
A suited driver is waiting beside a shiny black SUV. He greets me with a smile and a nod as he holds the rear passenger door.
