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She’s late.
I only agreed to this fucking date because Callie and my mom pestered me until I caved, though I have no idea why. Callie has never mentioned this woman before, but both she and Mom know her well enough that they gave me a ton of details about her life.
Unless they lied.
I wouldn’t put it past either of them to have tricked me into coming. From the day my mom and Callie met, they’ve been thick as thieves and plotting to marry me off. It’s never worked, and I have no high hopes of it happening tonight, either.
“Mr. Heart?” The host that escorted me to my table interrupts my mental musings. “I do believe the other person in your party is here, but since she’s unaware of your name, I thought it best to ask if you know the name of the lady joining you this evening.”
The girl is buzzing as she practically dances in her spot. “Valentine something,” I grunt. I just want to get this over with. I promised Callie I’d be on my best behavior, but it’s not working out so well.
“Perfect! I’ll bring her right over.” The woman is gone before I can respond.
Rolling my eyes, I go back to my phone and the hundred-and-one emails awaiting my attention. It doesn’t matter that half of these people should be romancing their spouses; they’re every bit as addicted to work as I am.
Just as I hit send on the fourth message, a throat clears, and I lift my head, expecting…I don’t know what, honestly, butsheisn’t it.
“Mr. Heart, this is Valentine Joy.” I ignore our host as I get to my feet to greet the stunning vision in red before me.
Her hair is dark as obsidian; she has ruby-red cupid’s bow lips, smokey makeup that accentuates her beautiful cerulean eyes, and is adorned in a stunning scarlet dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Thick straps cover the sloping of her shoulders and lead down to a tapered top that plumps her perfect C-cup tits and makes my mouth water. The waist flares with her generous hips, and the hem lands just above her knee.
“Roman Heart.” I hold out a hand for her, and when she entrusts me with the delicate limb, I bring it up to my mouth, kissing the top before flipping it to slip along her wrist.
“Valentine.” Her voice is breathless, and I’m hit with a sudden pang to devour her. Gesturing for her to have a seat, I stare at her a minute more as she slides onto the bench seat.
Screw sitting across the table; I slide in next to her. “Oh.” She’s surprised at my action. Turning to face her, I block her from view of all the men I’ve noticed trying to catch a glimpse of my girl. They are no longer privileged enough to gaze upon her.
“Valentine.” I try her name out, and she stares up at me, chewing on the inside of her cheek. I want to run my tongue along every inch of her mouth, memorize her flavor before the night is over. “An unusual name.”
“My parents had either too much creativity when it came to naming my sisters and me or not enough. We’re not really sure.” Her smile is angelic. Pearly white teeth beam at me as her grin pulls at her eyes with happiness, turning her cheeks into little apples.
Christ, she’s perfect. The most amazing specimen I’ve ever seen.
“How many sisters?” I ask, pissed that I need to blink because I don’t want to miss a second of her beauty.
“Ah…six.” I must appear shocked because she chuckles a little.
“That’s a lot. Where do you fall in line?” I’d say somewhere in the middle.
“I’m the third youngest.” Her smile is genuine as she thinks of her sisters.
“Well, since you’re friends with Callie, you know I’m the oldest.” She confirms. “Callie is kind of a pain in the ass, and I’ll deny this if you ever tell her, but she’s the best thing to happen to my mom and me in a long time.”
“That’s really sweet. I’ll deny this, too, if you ever tell her, but she says the same thing about the two of you. I’ve known Cal since we were fourteen, and the love she has for you all is very real.”
A server appears. “Can I get you two started with some drinks?”
“Whiskey, neat,” I respond, not taking my eyes off Val.
“Club soda and lime, please.” She doesn’t look up at him. Her eyes shift from the table and then back to me, and a feeling awakens; one I haven’t thought about or experienced in many years.
Dominance flows through my veins, and my body heats from the inside out. I sense a charge in the air as she offers me her captivating eyes beneath her lashes. I tilt her chin with a finger. She licks her lips, and I follow the movement with my eyes. Needing a taste, I dip down and capture her lips.
Valentine yields under my direction, and I want nothing more than to devour her right here and now. The problem is, I don’t want anyone else to look at her.
Her hands gingerly touch my chest as fists. It takes a moment for her to unfurl them and smooth them along my breastbone, rubbing up and down, taming the beast on the rise inside me.
Motherfucker.
