I start to walk past him, but then he grips my wrist and leans into my ear. “Kelsey...”
His voice drips like honey over my exposed shoulder. I swallow tightly and nod. “Yes?”
His body moves against mine, my side to his chest as he whispers, “I like how white your shoes are.”
And then he lets go of me and shuts the penthouse door behind us.
He glances back at me with a smirk as we head for the elevator. I jog after him and give him a push.
“What?” he asks. “You wanted a compliment.”
“Yeah, well, don’t do it like that.”
“Like what?”
“You know... all seductive.”
His brow raises, nearly touching his hat. “You thought that was seductive? And from the blush on your cheeks, it seems you liked it.”
“That’s makeup,” I say, patting my heated face.
It’s not makeup.
That’s all me.
If I’m going to be truthful, last night shook me.
I had a great time with JP. Of course, I had to battle his bad mood from time to time, but I also watched him comply with my demands on many occasions. He was out of his comfort zone, and yet, he kept up with me and never truly complained. I had a lot of fun. And then, when we got home and he dragged me by the ankles to my room,andtold me his real name...
Ladies... listen, I’ve never in my life had such a wave of butterflies erupt in my stomach. Like a swarm of them, all fluttering at the same time. It was overwhelming.
I spent the entire day today thinking about it, thinking about him, and by the time I was headed back to the penthouse, I told myself to get it together. Yes, JP is hot. Yes, he has this alpha-like attitude that’s appealing to me. And, yes, he opened up last night and had fun with me, but... there’s one thing I need to remember.
One important thing.
He doesn’t do relationships.
He’s not the type of guy who settles down, wants to settle down, or even wants a girlfriend. That was evident in our conversation last night.
So, before my heart starts skipping a beat every time I hear him breathe, I need to remind myself that he’s not the marrying type. He’s not long-term. He’s not what you’re looking for despite how much he makes you mentally faint from just one wink.
“Doesn’t seem like makeup,” JP says as the elevator doors part and he walks in.
“Are you a makeup aficionado now?”
“I know some things about the stuff.” He presses thelobbybutton.
“Oh yeah? Do you wear blush, JP?”
“Only when it’s caught on the collar of my shirt.” He smirks and I hate him for it.
But also... God, he’s so hot.
Attempting to move past this topic, I clear my throat and ask, “So, what’s planned for the evening? All you said was dress casual. Should I know anything else?”
“Just leave it to me.”
“That’s what you keep saying, but I need to tell you, I’m a bit worried.”
