Chapter Twenty-Four
I wonder what he could possibly have for me. A bottle of red wine perhaps?
He leads me to the coat room where I hang my jacket. He then hands me a brand new pair of pink fuzzy socks. I certainly wasn’t expecting this. I take them eagerly. They are the softest fuzzy socks I ever felt.
“In case your feet get cold,” he says, and I cock a brow. How did he know I practically live in fuzzy socks?
I nip at his heels as he heads to the kitchen. “On the agenda tonight,” he says, “is a nice dinner made by yours truly, followed by some blackjack if you like, and a movie. Sounds good?”
I’m over the moon. “Sounds great. This might make me sound boring, but my favorite way to spend an evening is dinner and a movie.”
He smiles as he reaches into his refrigerator. “I’m boring too then.” He pulls out a bowl of green grapes, and sets it on the kitchen island. “And I promise to be a complete gentlemen, despite the fact that you look like a million bucks in that plaid shirt.”
I smirk at him. “What?… This old thing?”
I struggle to climb up on one of the tall kitchen island stools, and to my dismay, it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You are too adorable. Looks like I’ll have to special order you a stool.”
“Oh… so we’re making short jokes now, are we?” I quip. “You know it’s very rude to insult your guests.”
“It’s not an insult,” he argues. “I think it’s adorable.”
“It’s a liability is what it is.” I study him, frantically searching for something I could tease him about in return, but I’m at a loss. He’s absolute perfection. “I’d insult you too, but you’re too perfect.”
“Now… that’s quite the inaccurate statement,” he says, reaching for the the bottle of wine he’s chosen.
“You… your lips are too full,” I say, grasping at straws. “You have lady lips.”
He laughs out loud.
“Seriously,” I go on. “You should throw some lipstick on those. I’d love to see that.”
He smiles, holding up a bottle of Shiraz. “Is this good with you?”
I shoot him a thumbs up. “So how ‘bout it?” I say, reaching into my purse. “You wanna put some on for me?”
He shakes his head as he works the wine bottle opener. “No way.”
“C’mon,” I say. “You want me to be happy and fulfill all my desires, don’t you?”
“Well…” He stills. “I am the kind of guy who is game for anything.”
I bite my lip, studying him. “It could be funny.”
I watch him intently as he plays around with the idea, and then he grins widely, and I know I have him. I jump off of the stool, and pad over to his side of the island. I’m holding the red lipstick, and he smiles, unsure. He dips his head slowly toward me, and I get lost in his intoxicating scent for a second. I cup his chin in my left hand as I inch closer. His luscious lips are just a few inches from mine as I apply the lipstick meticulously.
“Now do this,” I command as I rub my lips together. He mimics me, and then I study the final result… lips millions of women would kill for. Damn, even I’m jealous.
“I look stupid, don’t I?” he says, a hint of a smile tracing said luscious red lips.
I reach toward my back pocket for my phone, and when he catches me in the act, he grabs my arm. “Oh, no… you don’t. I’m not going to end up on your Instagram, looking like Rupaul.”
Our mouths are so close, we could easily steal a kiss. But there’s no way. The lipstick kind of ruins the whole sexy vibe. He pulls himself away from me, and runs to the powder room. I eagerly follow him, and we both find ourselves staring at our reflection in the mirror.
He smiles wide. “I look ridiculous.” He reaches for the Kleenex on the counter. “Definitely an interesting start to our date.”
I watch him rid himself of the evidence. “Yes… for sure.”
