"Are you sure this isn't a little too much for an evening at his house?"I asked, suddenly doubting everything.What if he thought I was too much?What if he took one look at me and ran in the other direction?
"You look gorgeous.Sexy but casual at the same time," Clara said.
"Let’s get you to the salon so you can go on your date," Bianca steered me toward the doorway that connected the dress shop to the salon.
Everyone wished me well and made me promise to share the details with them later.It felt like a whirlwind.
Once my hair and makeup were done, I didn't have time to stop at home.I went directly to the address Maverick had sent me earlier in the day.
I pulled up to a surprisingly ordinary home.It was in a neighborhood of houses that were set farther apart with tall trees.I parked in his driveway and smoothed my sweaty hands over my thighs.
I didn't bring an overnight bag or anything really.I felt woefully unprepared and nervous.I'd let the girls talk me into this outfit, and now I was having serious doubts.
It was too much.I looked like I was going out for a night on the town, to a club or a bar.Not a night in for a first date.What if I wasn't what he expected?What if this freaked him out?
Maverick: Are you going to come in?
Belle: Maybe?
I waited for another text message to give me the encouragement I needed to get out of the car.But instead, my car door opened, and Maverick held out a hand.
I took a deep breath and slid out of the car.He smelled so good.
He closed the door and stood still, looking at me.
I wore a jacket over the outfit, and his hand pulled one side away from my body.The shirt was so transparent that I felt his heat.
The barest of touches sent a tingle through my body, and my nipples pebbled in desire.I shivered, and he said gruffly, "Let's get you inside."
As soon as the front door closed behind me, he lifted the jacket from my shoulders and hung it on a hook by the door.I turned to face him, his gaze sliding from over my body.
He wore a T-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and dark wash jeans.
I let my hands fall to the sides."I feel overdressed."
He stepped close, pulling me against him.
The thin material of the shirt meant that I felt everything.The heat of his body, the hard planes of his chest.
"I wanted to cook a nice dinner for you."
I licked my lips.
"But you're a serious distraction."
I tipped my head slightly."You don't think I'm overdressed?"
"You're perfect."Then his lips landed on mine, and his tongue swept into my mouth.I felt claimed, as if he was declaring me his for the night.
When he slowed his kiss, he said, "I want to serve you dinner first."
"That sounds nice."
He smacked my ass as he moved away from me."I'm having trouble thinking about dinner when you're dressed like that."
I looked down at the outfit."So you like it?"
His gaze heated, he said, "I love it."
