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Before Booker could type in an appropriate threat in response, Aaron signed off with a fist, followed by an eggplant.
Bastard. But a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Receiving obscene, go-fuck-yourself emoticons from his sister’s fiancé restored his faith in human nature. He touched the button to bring up his home screen and slid the phone into the pocket of his jeans, feeling calmer than he had since arriving on Lauralie’s doorstep.
His blood pressure spiked again a second later when she emerged from her bedroom immersed in a slouchy gray sweater, black leggings, and tall, black boots. She’d scooped her hair into a sexy knot at the back of her head, but some stray curls escaped to tease her neck…and his cock.
Halfway down the hall she paused and leaned over to give one boot a tug. The wide neckline of her sweater gaped.
Choose another view or you’re never going to make it to dinner.
He shifted his attention to a silver chain bracelet encircling her wrist. Charms dangled from it, bouncing off each other every time she moved. He imagined them jangling rhythmically while she clung to that big iron bed of hers and he drove into her.
Good job. That’s much better.
When she straightened, her eyes found his. “Problem?”
“None.” The vicious pounding in his dick made his response harsher than he intended.
Her eyes flashed. She crossed her arms and firmed her chin. “Good, because I’m fresh out of Armani. I don’t know what you were expecting, but this is what you get. If you don’t like it, we can end this date right now.”
What the fuck Armani had to do with anything, he couldn’t say, but the mystery of what had set her off immediately resolved. She’d worked herself into a mood over what to wear. He’d work on getting to the underlying reason after he reassured her. A couple steps closed the distance between them. When they stood toe-to-toe, he gave her a slow once-over. “You look beautiful. Is that what you need to hear?”
Even as pink crept into her cheeks, she rolled her eyes, muttered, “Men,” and swept past him. “You wouldn’t understand.”
The exasperation in her voice pulled a laugh out of him. “Two nights ago you told me you always dress to please yourself. Why would I expect you to do otherwise tonight?”
She stalked to the entryway closet and yanked it open. “I don’t know, Booker.” Hangers scraped as she searched through the garments. “You’re the one who wants this…trial run, or whatever you call it.”
And there it was. He wanted to kick himself for leaving her with the impression tonight amounted to some sort of audition she might pass or fail. He walked over, silently hemming her in between the closet and his body. She pulled a short, black leather jacket off a hanger, and then turned and glared at him. He held his ground.
“I call it a date. You seem unfamiliar with the concept. See, what happens is two people go out for a meal, some conversation, and a chance to enjoy each other’s company.”
“We could enjoy each other’s company right here, but apparently that doesn’t interest you—”
He cupped a hand to the back of her head to protect her skull, and pressed her against the doorframe, pinning her hips with his. “Does it feel like I’m not interested?”
Her breath steamed his jaw. “Then why are we going out?”
“It’s what people in a relationship do.”
“We’re not in a relationship—”
“We are for the next six weeks.” And he didn’t intend to waste a single one of them. “Don’t look so annoyed, Jailbait. You might actually end up having a good time.”
Blond brows arched. “In my experience the more time we spend together fully clothed, the more likely we’ll end up bored out of our minds.”
He took the jacket from her, gestured for her to turn around, and helped her into it. With his mouth close to her ear, he said, “The woman wearing wet panties is worried about being bored?”
“Sorry to tell you this, Booker, but my panties aren’t wet.”
“They will be, before dinner is over.”
She turned and patted his cheek. “Not going to happen.”
He caught her hand, brought it to his mouth, and sank his teeth into the pad of flesh below her thumb, biting just hard enough to make her eyes darken. “What makes you so sure?”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
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