“Are you sure that’s what I should wear?”I question him as he sets the clothes down on the bed next to me and takes Bridger from my arms.
“This is what youarewearin’, Keaton.Ice will appreciate the outfit and love seein’ your legs on display.Your legs really look longer when you wear the shorter skirts and shorts.You’ve got a nice tan goin’ on right now too.Trust me on this, Keaton.I won’t steer you wrong,” Memphis says, trying to reassure me as I stand from my bed and grab the clothes before grabbing a pair of panties and disappearing in the bathroom again.
I drop my robe on the floor at my feet after untying it and put on the skirt and panties before adding the halter top.Once my clothes are on, I grab my brush and remove the towel from my hair.Memphis asks if I’m dressed and I call out for him to come in while I start running the brush through my hair.He watches me as I get all the knots out and then use my blow dryer before curling the ends.Memphis doesn’t say a word in response as he watches me get ready.
When I’m done with my hair, I swipe some mascara on my lashes and some nude lip gloss.That’s all I wear for make-up.Again, Memphis doesn’t say a word as he looks at me and I nervously turn to face him.He simply gives me a smile and follows me back into my bedroom where I sit down to put my shoes on.Once I’m ready to go, I make sure I have my phone in case there’s some kind of emergency with Bridger when I’m gone, keys, and slide a hair tie on my wrist so when my hair starts to bug the hell out of me, I can throw it up in a messy bun or ponytail.
“You look great, Keaton,” Memphis finally says as we walk in the living room and he takes a seat on the sofa while grabbing the baseball hat from the arm of the couch and sliding it low on his head to cover part of his face.Ice will recognize him if he sees him without a hat or anything else.
“What if I say the wrong thing?Or make a fool of myself somehow?”I question him as the intercom buzzes from the gate at the end of my driveway.
“You’re not gonna do any of that.If you’re too nervous, let him lead the conversation and just answer any questions he might ask you.Ask him questions in return.Make it a game like twenty questions or somethin’,” Memphis answers as I answer the intercom.
“Hello?”
“It’s Ice,” he says as I smile and press the button to open the gate.
Memphis remains on the couch as I walk over and press a kiss against Bridger’s chubby cheek.He tries to pull on my hair, but I move out of the way just in time.Memphis gives me a quick hug before getting off the couch and heading into the kitchen with Bridger.Ice can still see in my kitchen, but if Memphis keeps his back to the door, it will be harder for him to be recognized.When Ice knocks on the door, I open it and get my first look at him.If I thought he was good looking before, it’s nothing compared to tonight.Ice is sexy as hell in his jeans that fit his lower body perfectly.He’s got a black button-down shirt on under his cut with a few buttons at the top left open showing off his neck and the barest amount of his chest.The only difference is he’s not wearing glasses tonight.It’s one of the rare times I haven’t seen them on his face and I honestly kind of miss them.Still, he looks really good.
“You look beautiful,” Ice finally says after a minute of us just looking at one another.“These are for you.I’m sorry I didn’t ask what kind of flowers you like.I should have.”
Ice hands me a small bouquet of sunflowers and daisies.It’s perfect.
“They’re beautiful, Ice.Thank you,” I tell him, turning and laying them on the stand in my hallway.“Can you please put these in some water when I leave?”
Memphis doesn’t have to answer because I know he’ll do it.Ice doesn’t need to hear his voice right now.
Ice holds out his hand and I slide mine into it.He laces our fingers together and a chill runs up my spine from such simple contact between the two of us.I can feel my face heating with a blush as we close the door and make our way to the driveway.Ice leads me to a large, blacked out truck that I instantly fall in love with.It’s almost identical to the one sitting in my garage.
“Can I lift you inside?I wasn’t really thinkin’ when I left the compound in this to pick you up,” he asks me, the perfect gentleman in my eyes.Ice opens the door as I answer him.
“Please,” I say, facing the open door.Ice’s fingers dig gently into my hips as he lifts me off the ground and sets me on the seat of his truck.Once I’m settled in, he closes the door behind me and walks around to get in the driver’s seat.While I’m still nervous as hell for this date, I also feel a little more comfortable at the same time.It’s some kind of effect Ice has on me somehow.Whatever it is, I’m not about to complain for one second about it.
Chapter Fifteen
Ice
