Kelly peeks in and smiles as I’m fluffing my hair. “You look lovely,” she says.
“Thank you.”
“Bodi’s here.”
“Thanks.” I smooth my hands down my legs. “You’re sure I look okay?”
“Beautiful.” She winks. “Have a wonderful time. I want to hear all about it tomorrow.”
I grin. “You got it.”
Kelly and I have become close the last month or so. In a way, she’s filling a maternal role that I didn’t realize I was so desperate for until I met her. She’s part mother, part mentor, and becoming a good friend. She’s a wonderful librarian who’s teaching me a lot, but also a kind, empathetic human being who speaks five languages and is the most well-read person I’ve ever met.
I pick up my bag and head out of the bathroom. Bodi is at the front desk chatting with Kelly and I take a moment to drink him in. He’s absolutely gorgeous in a pair of khakis and a blue polo shirt. I absolutely adore his arms, the way his biceps peek out from his sleeves, and his ass looks good enough to take a bite out of.
Not that I have any plans to do that…okay, maybe.
I’m not sure we’re at the sexual part of our relationship but I’m not opposed to it. It’s been a while for me, so I’m game if he is. I just hope I’m not too inexperienced for him. I’ve only slept with two guys and both of them were mediocre in bed from my perspective. I don’t have tons of experience but I do read a lot. Not to mention I know how to take care of my own needs, so I figure there has to be something in between what I can do on my own and how bad the sex was with both of my exes.
At least, I hope so.
“Hi.” I put my hand on Bodi’s arm.
“Well, hi.” His eyes darken slightly as they move up and down my body. “Wow… You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.”
“Ready to go?”
“I am.”
He takes my hand and we both say goodbye to Kelly then head outside.
“Our reservation is at six. Is that okay?” he asks.
“Of course.”
“How was your day?”
“Slow,” I say, “but I always enjoy working with Kelly. She’s incredibly knowledgeable.”
“Vik says her Russian is almost perfect.”
“She speaks five languages!” I say in admiration. “I need to up my game.”
“It’s not a competition, is it?” he asks. “Didn’t you tell me you speak fluent French?”
“Well, fluent-ish. I don’t have anyone to practice with, but yes, I minored in French in college and spent a semester there senior year.”
“Yeah? Paris?”
I nod. “It was amazing.”
“Have you been back?”
I shake my head as we get into his SUV. “Nah. Dad doesn’t believe international travel is worth the money and I can’t afford it on my own yet. Although he and Lourdes went to Greece for their honeymoon.”
“Your dad has…a lot of opinions.”
