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“For company like yours, I wouldn’t charge much,” I giggled.
Channing rubbed my feet one last time before releasing them. He gently placed my feet on the floor. He stood and pulled me to stand with him. He donned his dress jacket and said, “That’s good to know, especially when I just got done paying off the valet bill with a night-long foot massage.”
“You didn’t owe me anything for the valet, but we can definitely call it even with that wonderful foot massage. If I weren’t sleepy, I’d probably be able to do a five-mile jog with these new feet.”
Channing’s eyes went to my feet. Then, his hazel eyes found mine and he stared. “Seriously, the pleasure was all mine. I’ll rub your pretty feet anytime you would like me to.” He raised his rugged, manly hands. “I’m at your service.”
“Hmmm…Is that right?” I asked softly.
A heated stare blazed from his hazel eyes and he was silent for a bit. “Ah, yeah. I probably should go, before I kiss you,” he admitted. His words were barely above a whisper.
I thought about those words, feeling disappointed that he didn’t take the opportunity to put his lips where his words were. I waited all night for him to do just that. There were times when our conversation led in the direction of intimacy, but Channing never crossed the line. A man as handsome as Channing, I was sure he was used to getting to the finish line with every woman he dated. However, he was respectful and that made me open to him more. Even though I wanted something a little more from him, it proved how great he was. Also meant I might have to be the first one to take the initiative, and I was alright with that too.
I grabbed his jacket and tugged at it. He smiled and willingly inched his head toward mine and our lips connected for a soft kiss. It was sweet, intimate, and sensual. When our lips parted, we both smiled. “Thank you for such an amazing extended date,” I said.
“Amazing is the word for it. Let’s do it again sometime soon. Maybe the next time we can have dinner back here. Looks like you have a good range in there.” He smirked and I could read between the lines on that one.
“Are you asking me to cook you dinner, Channing?”
He shrugged. His sexy gleam was in his eyes. “Hey, I’m a little old fashioned. I like to see if a woman can burn in the kitchen. So, what do you say?”
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p; “I say you’re on for me cooking the next date, and you cooking the next one after that.” I arched my eyebrow to see how he would react to the thought of him having to cook.
“Hot damn, you’re telling me that you see two more dates in our future?” he asked with a wink.
I laughed and shrugged. “Well, I know that foot massage was really pretty great, so I’d be alright if it was to happen again.”
He chuckled, and I walked him to the front door. At the door, he turned to me. “I had a really good time last night just talking.”
I nodded. “I did too. It was relaxing,” I said.
He hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to stick around and have another go round with a kiss, but he didn’t go for it. “Have a good day at your parents, Kemara,” he stated, opening the door and stepping outside.
“Have a good day yourself,” I whispered as he walked away from me and headed away from my apartment. I waited until he was out of view, before I shut the door behind him. I fell back against the door and smiled. That was definitely a night I wouldn’t forget.
I pushed myself away from the door and was headed towards my bedroom, when I heard my cellphone signal a text message. I grabbed the phone out of my pocket and saw his name displayed with his message.
Channing: Just checked my calendar and I’m free every night for the next month. When are you up for cooking? :)
I laughed and walked over to the window, where I peered out and found his truck parked. He was in the driver’s seat. I found it humorous that he was that excited to get the second date set up.
Me: lol…hmmmm…impatient much?
Channing: Well let’s just say that I get hungry easily and already thinking of your cooking.
I laughed and found myself submerged in wanting to hang out every minute I could with this man. I didn’t even bother checking out my calendar. I would work everything around it.
Me: How about Friday night?
Less than a minute passed by, before he sent back his answer.
Channing: Well…I think that Friday night will do quite nicely. Text me what time and I’ll be there.
Me: 7:00 and I’ll see you then.
I looked back out the window to find that after thirty seconds went by, he backed out of the parking spot. I turned around, a huge grin on my face. Friday night couldn’t get here soon enough. As the thought registered in my mind, I remembered I had made plans to meet up with Sharon that night after work. I didn’t have to hesitate to cancel that. I pulled up her name to send her a message.
