I snicker as I sink deeper into my sheets. “I’ll get right on that. In the meantime, I was hoping you and I could go on a date sometime.”
The silence on the other end is deafening. It stretches so long, I check my phone to make sure I wasn’t speaking on mute.
“You asking me on a date, Dani Jenkins?”
Finally. “Yes, Micah Wright, I am. What do you say?”
“I say I’d love nothing more. Oh, and Dani?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m a red carnation kind of guy.”
And then he hangs up. Such an ass.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dani
THIS MAN HAS LICKED,SUCKED,AND FUCKED EVERYcrevice of my body, yet I’m nervous for a date.
I change my sweater for the third time before throwing on a pair of chunky heels and calling it a day.
“Okay, deep breaths, bitch. It’s just a little date,” I mumble to myself. I’m trying not to sayIt’s okay, it’s fine, everything’s finequite as often. I don’t know if I’ve found a suitable replacement yet, but the breathing exercises seem to offer a modicum of relief.
I grab the stupid ass red carnations off my table on the way out the door.
Micah fans himself and gushes as he opens the door. “Ooh, you came all the way to my door to pick me up. This date is starting off great.”
“You’re incredibly annoying,” I say with a roll of my eyes as I reveal the bouquet of red carnations hidden behind my back.
If you’ve ever seen a grown six-foot-seven man hold a bouquet of flowers up to his nose to inhale, then you know it’s sickeningly adorable.
“I could be a lot worse, trust me. Come in real quick. I wanna put these in some water.”
In his kitchen, he has a vase waiting, like he knew I’d bring his ass flowers. I can’t stand him.
He walks behind the counter and pulls out a bouquet of gorgeous pink and orange tulips, along with a second vase. “And these are for you.”
Okay, I can stand him a little bit.
“Thank you.” I watch him closely as he trims the stems. He looks good, really good. The hunter green button-up against his deeply melanated skin looks downright regal. I’d love to see the gold chain against his bare chest as it dangles above my face.
“Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” he asks as he strolls over to me.
“I don’t recall you mentioning that, no.”
He cups his hand around the back of my neck. “Allow me to rectify that, then. You look incredible.” He places a tender kiss at the base of my throat, making it hard to catch my breath. “You smell incredible, too.” Another kiss on the other side of my throat.
“Change of plans, we’re staying in.”
He shakes his head, licking a small path up the front of my neck. “I wanna be wined and dined tonight, Storm. Maybe then I’ll show you what you do to me.”
A frustrated groan rumbles deep within my chest. “Well, let’s go then, tease.”
He smiles as he reaches back to swipe his keys off their hook.
“What you grabbing your keys for? If I’m wining and dining, then you’re passenger princess.”
