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“Right, I’ll call you later,” I said as I ended our call.
Dawson rapped on my door again, causing an involuntary reaction of annoyance.
“I’m coming, hold your horses,” I bit out as I power-walked through my apartment to the door. When I got there, I took a deep breath.
It’s now or never, Nolan.
I opened the door and I immediately thought I must have died.
Had a heart attack five minutes ago when the reality that I was going on a date with Dawson set in.
Because the sight of the man in front of me was damn near breath-stealing.
Dawson leaned against my doorframe, the position showcasing his sexy-as-fuck arm muscles. He was also dressed in a button down, but from the sight of it, it looked like silk, and it was a deep ochre. The color against his naturally tanned skin made him look golden, like some sun god. His brownish-blonde hair fell in his eyes a bit, in a rogue, unkempt sort of way that somehow looked both refined and chaotically beautiful. My gaze roved over his form from head to toe, noting that the slacks he was wearing were perfectly tight around his hips where his gold belt caught the light from above, glittering like a glowing sign that pointed directly to his...
“Wow,” was all I could say, like a fucking idiot.
Yup, totally out of my league here.
Dawson’s pretty lips curved into a wicked smile as he raised an eyebrow.
“Like what you see, Harding?” he teased.
I nodded, swallowing nervously.
“You look... nice.”
Dawson smirked. “Just nice?” His voice was dark and inviting, and I had half a mind to pull him into my fucking apartment and kiss him until I couldn’t breathe.
But I needed to remain cool, collected. I couldn’t afford to fuck this up. I wanted this night to be perfect.
Grabbing Dawson and sequestering him in my apartment like a creepy stalker is not perfect by any means.
I shrugged, collecting my surprise and putting on my best impression of a normal person.
“I mean, I prefer you in your uniform, but that’s just me.”
Why the fuck did I say that?
I’m supposed to be acting normal!
Dawson didn’t miss a beat though, taking my moment of lunacy and running with it.
“Didn’t peg you for a badge bunny, champ.”
“I’m not,” I huffed in defense. “You’re early...” I said, avoiding his gaze, if only so he couldn’t see my blush.
Truth was, I’d never been into service men of any kind, despite the fact I’d been working with them for a while.
I didn’t really have a type, to be honest. The only men I’d ever had relationships with tended to be like me. Quiet, reserved, and most certainly not the type to run into a burning building or pose in their underwear for calendars.
“Don’t do that,” he admonished darkly as he gently tugged my chin to face him, making my entire body flush with heat.
The flush in my face had to be insanely prevalent and as close to a steamed tomato as humanly possible, judging from the heat that had overtaken me.
“Do what?” I breathed, my voice much huskier than I intended it to be, my gaze downcast.
“Look at me when you talk to me.”
