I glance down at the simple white card next to the gift bag.
There are two words written in black ink.
Emma. Enjoy.
I pluck a few pieces of white tissue from the bag to find two bottles of bubble bath. One infused with lavender and the other a blend of citrus. Both bottles are square shaped and topped with silver lids. They look like they belong on a shelf on display.
I open one bottle and inhale the sweet fragrance. Closing my eyes, I savor the scent and the knowledge that Case got this just for me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Case
I tuga lightweight gray sweater over my head and take a step back. The full-length mirror Drake had installed in the walk-in closet is welcome. I don’t put that much effort into my appearance, but I know I look all right tonight.
Dark jeans and black wingtip shoes are going to have to fit the bill of casual attire since I packed lightly for this trip.
Swiping a hand over my chin, I realize that I still haven’t gotten around to cleaning it up. I make a mental note to take care of it tomorrow before my two-day-old scruff morphs into the beginnings of a beard.
I tuck my wallet into my back pocket and my keys in the front. With my phone in my hand, I head out into the main living area.
The instant I exit the bedroom, the fragrance of lavender envelops me.
Emma must have indulged in a bath after finding the gift bag I left her.
“Case.” Her soft voice breaks through the silence.
Looking to the right, toward the open door of the guestroom, I’m gifted with the sight of Emma wearing a pair of black jeans and a ruby red sheer sleeveless blouse.
Her lips are tinted the same shade as her shirt.
I catch a glimpse of what looks like a red satin bra beneath the shirt before she slips into a black blazer.
Fuck.
With her hair in curls around her shoulders, she’s a vision. She’s tiny but curvy, and innocent with just a hint of sexy hidden beneath her jacket.
I hope to hell she loses the jacket at dinner.
“Do I look all right?” she asks with a tilt of her head.
I swallow back the urge to tell her what I really think. Instead, I settle on what Drake would want me to say to her. “You look great.”
Understatement of the fucking year.
“You do too,” she tosses back with a wink, or maybe that’s a twitch.
Either way, she’s still as off-limits as she was when I met her.
“I’m ready if you are.” She tucks her clutch under her arm and starts toward me.
Frozen in place, I close my eyes as she breezes past. The scent of lavender, and something a little spicier wafts in the air.
Dammit, she even smells fantastic.
I have no idea how the hell I’m going to make it through dinner with this woman. I already need a cold shower, and we haven’t even left the apartment.
“Thankyou again for the bubble bath,” she repeats the statement for the second time since we left for dinner. “It’s so creamy. My skin is extra soft.”
