Madi
“Wait,” Matt said as I reached for my door handle. “I know you can open your own door, but please, allow me.”
“Chivalry isn’t dead.” My voice held only a hint of sarcasm. After all, SSI was paying Matt to be chivalrous.
“Not when you’re on a date with me.”-
“Fake date.” I whispered as his door closed. I’d never admit it, but I liked men to be chivalrous, especially when they acknowledged I was capable.
Matt was the perfect gentleman in Spain, too. He paid my tab, opened doors, placed his hand on my lower back, and he was polite. Respectful.
Until our clothes came off, then politeness went out the door. Respect didn’t. Matt was respectful despite being demanding and bossy, and it was hot as fuck.
By the time Matt opened my door and extended his hand, a blush had crept up my cheeks.Hopefully, the interior light behind me isn’t bright enough for him to notice.
Matt kissed my hand.
My blush deepened.Damn my fair skin.
Matt leaned in close as he closed my door. “What are you thinking about, Red?”
Innuendo oozed off his tongue. His scent, cedar and mint, wafted over me.Damn him for smelling so damn good.
Hearing him call me Red sent shivers down my spine and heat to my core. His grin told me he knew it, too.
Two can play this game.
I licked my lips and watched his eyes zero in on them as I smiled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
At a snail’s pace, he shifted his focus from my lips to my eyes. “You’re playing with fire.”
I was, and it wasn’t fair to Matt. I wouldn’t suffer the same consequences if we crossed the line and my brothers found out. Sure, they’d tease me, but they’d destroy Matt.
I pulled my hand out of his and created space between us. His scent still lingered, but at least it was no longer interfering with my ability to think clearly.
“Let’s go. I’m starving.”
“As you wish.”
He used the phrase again, making me wonder: was it a coincidence, or had I told him about the movie? If I could gather the courage to bring up Spain, I’d ask.
Or maybe I’d live without knowing, because talking about Spain meant thinking about Spain and thinking about Spain made me want to yank off his dress shirt and tear his T-shirt off that gorgeous chest with my teeth.
I’d pull his jeans down as I sank to my knees.
Nope. I’m thinking about Matt that way. I clasped my hands in front of my waist, hoping to appear calm as I used the discomfort of my grip to force my mind to the here and now.
Our table wasn’t ready, so we went to the bar and ordered cocktails. I ordered one of the daily specials, made with gin and lavender syrup, and Matt ordered an aged Scottish whisky, neat.
Matt held up his glass. “To our first official date.”
I clinked and sipped my drink. I opened my eyes after savoring the perfectly balanced drink and licked my lips to see Matt staring at me over the rim of his glass.
“What I wouldn’t give to be that drink.” His voice had turned gravelly, and it made my lady parts respond in ways I didn’t want them to.
Damn him. His dilated pupils and laser focus made me want to forget I had three brothers who signed his paycheck.
“Want to try it?” I held my glass out to him, but he shook his head no.
