He sighs as he finishes his last bite of French toast. “In that case, if you want to be morecomfortable, we can meet for dinner? Head over to the event after?”
Is he asking me to dinner or is this purely a transactional thing?
“Like dinner as a business meeting or dinner as in overtime?” I ask and his eyes widen. He holds his hands up.
“Oh, no this wouldn’t be billed, this would just be… research. Um… usually before I go to an event with my client, I have time to take them on adatebeforehand. Usually theirperfectdate and then we kiss so it’s not awkward and—”
My blood stills at that word. Kiss.
At some point today, I’m going to kiss this man. This professional. The thought is sobering, but I can’t deny I’m curious about it. I find I’m curious about a lot of things where Prince Charming is involved.
“Right, no, that makes total sense. We should probably do that. Dinner. Research.” My gaze dips to his perfect mouth, to those pillowy lips. I bet they’re soft as fuck.
My mind wanders to the thought of what his lips will taste like. My palm twitches as I think about placing my hand on his throatwhile I kiss him. About squeezing just the slightest as I drive my tongue into his mouth.
Fucking hell, now I’m hard.
Good job, Aaron.
“Any requests,” I ask, my voice more raspy than it should be, given my current circumstance.
“Huh?” Jacob looks up as if I’ve interrupted his thoughts.
“For dinner. I picked brunch, you can pick dinner.”
He licks his lips, nodding. “Right. Um… Callahan’s? You good with that?”I haven’t been to Callahan’s in years. It’s one of those places only the locals hit up, a hidden gem. I nod. “Yeah. Five o clock?” I ask. “Text me your address and I’ll pick you up.”
Jacob nods in response, then sits up straighter. All at once his demeanor shifts, and he looks different. More sure of himself. More confident.
It’s like he’s someone else.
“Sure. Sounds good, baby.” He grins, and I realize what he’s doing.
He’s playing his part.
I nod, crossing my legs again if only to quell my erection that won’t settle down when I’m in the same room with the man.
He stands up, grabbing his phone and taps out a text. A moment later, I get the chime, knowing it’s him.
I can’t take my eyes off of him from where he stands. And I don’t want to stand and draw attention to the little issue I’ve got going on here.
I don’t need my professional date to think I’m a fucking perv.
So I flash him a grin and nod. “See you later, baby.”
He licks his lips and waves.
“Thanks for brunch.” And with that, he gives me his back. My gaze roves over his lean stature, settling on his perfectly round ass. He walks slowly to the door and part of me feels like he’s doing it on purpose. Because hewantsme to watch him leave.
Because he’s teasing me.
Though I know that’s wishful thinking. If anything, he’s just playing a part. Getting mecomfortable.At least that’s what I tell myself as I watch my Prince Charming leave me in his wake, hard and wanting, feeling anxious in a whole new way.
What the fuck did I sign up for?
Chapter Eight
Jacob
