Like the fact he didn’t know about my money or what I did with Samantha. I could fall for him, and he could walk away once I told him the truth.
“Since you’re invested, you have more to gain and lose. It makes sense,” Grace said, frowning as she studied me through the phone screen. “Don’t worry about all the ways it could go wrong. Think about all the right ways. I know we hated him for a hot minute in the beginning, but he challenged you, Gil. Not many people will go head-to-head with you on things, and he did. That’s admirable.”
I smiled. She spoke the truth.
“Now, put on a sexy pair of underwear and stop worrying.” She looked behind her shoulder and scoffed. “Brock thinks we’re talking dirty.”
“Such a boy.”
“That he is.” She sighed, her eyes going all dreamy, and I swallowed back the twinge of envy. Grace got serious again. “Have fun. You deserve it.”
“I’m gonna have a glass of wine before he gets here. That’ll settle me down.”
“Good call.”
She hung up, leaving me with my anxieties and nerves. But excitement was in there too. My makeup was perfect, my hair curled and hung around my shoulders, and I slipped on my favorite black lace boy shorts. I wasn’t sure if he would be seeing them, but I would not be caught without sexy underwear.
5:45 p.m.
Jesus, fifteen minutes. I paced the apartment and sipped a small glass of white wine. It did its job, and I kept looking out the window for his car. One minute passed. Then another.
I sprayed perfume and dabbed it on my neck and reapplied a pink lipstick. It wasn’t so heavy that if we kissed it would end up all over him, but it accentuated the curve of my top lip.5:55 p.m.
I gulped and grabbed my purse, my phone, and lip gloss and set them on the side table. I should clean. Yes. Wiping the counters down would be a great idea. I got the paper towel ready when the buzzer from the main door went off.It’s him!
“Yes?” I said, responding back just in case it wasn’t my date.
“You gonna let me up or make me work for it? The doorman won’t let me in.”
Oh, that was Christopher.The doorman!Shit. I needed to think of something that would explain how having a doorman wasn’t super extravagant.
I pushed the button and said, “Send him on up.” I waited at the door with my heart hammering in my chest. It was like a movie scene when his fist pounded outside my door. My fingers shook a little when I opened it, getting a look at him in his dark-navy jacket, gray slacks, and white button-down. Handsome was too lame of a word. Delicious. Sexy. Perfect.
“Wow, Gilly.”
He stepped into my place, placed a warm hand on my back, and pulled me into him. He didn’t ask before bringing his lips to mine, probing them with ease. His minty taste burned my tongue as he slid his inside, tilting my head back to kiss me deeper. I reached up and fisted my hands in his collar, my panties dampening when he moved his hand from my back to my ass. He lingered on my mouth, pressing one, two, three more kisses before pulling back, his blue eyes sparkling at me.
“Hi.”
“You kiss me like that, and all you say is hi?”
“That’s as much as my brain can work right now.” He dug his fingers into the spot right above my ass and closed his eyes. “You look beautiful.”
He grinned down at me and gave a slight tilt of his head before putting distance between our bodies. I immediately missed his warmth and wanted to touch him again. A little pout left my lips, and he arched a brow. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice tense and husky.
“What do you mean?”
“All doe-eyed and hungry. I need to be respectful of you, and if you look at me like that and touch me, I’ll forget to behave.”
“Christopher, I’m so worked up, I don’t want you to behave.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We have plans.”
“You sound snippy.”
“Gilly, I swear to God.” He licked his bottom lip, and his gaze dropped to my chest. He groaned. My beaded nipples were on full display due to not wearing a bra with the dress and how turned on that kiss got me. He took a deep breath and brought his eyes back to mine. “I forgot I brought you something.”
“Like flowers?”
