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"I'll do it."
"I'm sorry?” My cock twitched while images of her in nothing but thigh-high stockings flooded my mind. The raw energy moved from my navel to the hollow place in my chest. Suddenly, I felt grounded, whole. "You're agreeing to go out with me?"
"Sure."
I rubbed the stubble along the edge of my jaw. Now that Mikey had put the idea in my head, I couldn't let it go. "Say the words."
"I'll go out with you." She put up her index finger. "One night only. Dinner. No sex. If I do that, you'll give us the thirty days we need to get your money together?"
"You got yourself a deal, Ms. Holt.”
Chapter2
More Like A Dark Angel
EJ
Massimo: See you in five minutes, Ms. Holt.
I glared at Massimo's text and didn't bother to respond. This wasn't a normal date. It was an arrangement to give my brother more time to come up with the fifty-thousand dollars he owed Massimo. The problem was, Zack had no way to come up with that kind of cash. He had already lost his race car. Something he had forgotten to mention last month. Unlike his friend, Massimo seemed like a nice guy. Maybe if I explained our situation to him, we could figure out a different deal. More time? Or, I could build him a car in my garage?
Blinking away tears, I smoothed out the skirt of my cocktail dress. Massimo hadn't said where he was taking me for dinner, but judging from his overall demeanor, I could only guess it would be somewhere fancy.
When was the last time I had a real date? Maybe a year ago before Mom got sick? Gosh, when was the last time I had a date with a guy who looked like he belonged on the cover of a GQ magazine? That would be never.
The man was sculpted like a Greek statue. Last night, when he drove into my driveway, he wore jeans, a leather jacket, and no T-shirt. I tried not to look, but he was there, hard abs on display, and deep blue eyes that made all kinds of dirty promises. My phone beeped again with another message and killed the fantasy forming in my mind.
Damn.
I opened the door and stopped in my tracks. For a moment, I thought about running upstairs and calling the whole thing off. But my legs didn't move. I couldn’t stop staring at Massimo in a dark tailored suit, holding the door to his black Escalade like he was some sort of knight in shining armor.
"Don't be a coward," I mumbled and forced myself to walk up to him and his impossibly beautiful face.
"Ms. Holt." He tilted his head toward me. "You look stunning."
"Yeah, you too." I blurted out and let him help me into the backseat of his car. For God’s sake I had to do better at playing it cool.
"Don't be nervous." He unbuttoned his suit jacket and stretched his long legs out in front of him. "It's just dinner. However, if you change your mind, please, don't hesitate to ask." His tone was low and sinful.
I puffed out a breath. The nerve. As if I would want to jump into bed with him just because he showed up looking crazy hot in those tight trousers that hugged his thighs in all the right places.
I rolled my eyes. "I’m not gonna change my mind. I'm all good here." I glanced away from his pants and realized he was still holding my hand.
His warm touch put all kinds of ideas in my head.No, stop it.The deal was one dinner date. I didn't have time for anything else. Mom needed me. I yanked my arm, and he released it. This was going to be the longest night of my life.
His intense gaze rose to meet mine as he knitted his brows. "You're all good because you already had sex with your boyfriend today?"
"What? No, I don't have a boyfriend. I—"
"Great." He flashed me a row of perfectly white teeth before he turned his attention to the driver. "Let's go. I'm starving."
We arrived at the St. Regis hotel in under twenty minutes. I pursed my lips. I should've known Massimo would keep insisting on the whole sex thing. No doubt he was used to having women fawning over those blue eyes and tight abs all the time.
"Ready?" His voice startled me, and my body jerked a little.
I needed to stop thinking about him that way. "Sure." I climbed out of the car.
An employee rushed to the door to let us in. He greeted Massimo with a little bow, addressing him by name. Massimo escorted me up the grand staircase and then down a long corridor. At the end of the posh hallway, dotted with expensive art and large mirrors, we came to a set of tall wooden double doors. They swung open, and we were greeted by a group of overly courteous servers.
