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He places a warm kiss on my forehead when I lick my lips. "Patience. Come, let's sit."
We take a seat, and after he pulls out the bottle of cold red wine and fills the glasses, he holds his up to mine.
"A toast to our date without interruptions. A time where I finally have you all to myself."
I laugh. God… I love his directness. He doesn't pretend; he says what he thinks. I take a sip and hum at the tingling, sweet, fruity flavor.
"This is delicious," I say, peeking at him over my glass.
"So, what do you want to toast to, Alex?"
I grin. "I want to salute to having a fantastic day with a handsome man who hopefully will satisfy all my needs."
The sexy, low, rumbling laugh emanating from his chest intensifies the throbbing between my legs.
"Time will tell. First, answer me this: What do you find attractive about me?"
I chuckle. "Oh, I'm so going to feed your ego, Walker, but since you've done this," I say, pointing to our environment, "you deserve it." I think for a moment. "Physical wise, I love your height and broad build. And your deep sensuous voice and blue eyes that can swoon any woman, but I'm sure you're already aware of that."
A strikingly lopsided grin adorns his face.
"Oh, and don't forget your muscles," I continue. "They should be visible on a beach."
I lean over the table and touch the border of his white shirt. "So, since we're here, why don't you lose it and give me something to look at while answering the same question about me?"
He grins while unbuttoning. "Most men would say you're plain sexy. I would rather call you naturally seductive."
My tongue darts out and glides over my lips when his well-developed pecs come into sight as he opens the second, third, and fourth button.
"For me, your aura oozes femininity and seduction. But what draws me to you most is your fiery, sassy but sincere, caring personality. The way you knew how to deal with Samantha the first time you saw her made me understand you're special."
He slides his shirt off and drapes it over the back of his chair. My eyes wander the defined muscles on his chest:Heaven. Pure muscular perfection.
"Alex, stop eye-fucking me. I'm trying to be a gentleman here. I intend to relax and talk with you, but you're making it hard."
I lift my foot under the table, place it between his legs and brush over the hard bulge with my toes. "Oh yes, I can feel that," I say, innocently tilting my head to the side. "What do you want to talk about?"
He glances at me through narrowed slits. "Your actions will have consequences."
"I'm betting on it," I purr, removing my foot and placing it back in the sand while grabbing my knife and fork. A low growl from the other side of the table fills me with satisfaction. Ha, now I'm not the only one filled with needs. I take a bite of the salad and moan as flavors explode in my mouth.
"That good, huh?"
I glance up to find his eyes burning over me. "Yeah."
"What is your dream? What do you want out of your life, Alex?"
I stop chewing, sit back, and take another sip of wine. "Happiness. I want to fill my life with people and things that make me happy and content. And I want to keep working in fashion."
Cole grins. "What aspect of your job do you love the most?" he asks, sipping from his drink.
"I love helping women feel good about themselves. We live in a society that profits on women's self-doubt. Too many times, they come into the store with low self-esteem issues or a distorted self-image, even the rich, upper-class ladies. So I've made it my mission to help them overcome it by teaching them how to dress to impress. If you love what you wear and feel confident, you'll radiate this into the world.
"So every time we get this kind of woman in the store, I try to show them what type of outfit works and what doesn't, based on their body type and skin color. I believe that every woman should learn to love their bodies."
My eyes dart up and see his lips curl into a smirk. "Have you always loved your body?"
I let out a snort. "Hell no. When I was a teenager, I went through a period where I compared myself to the models in magazines. And at a certain point, I believed I was ugly. Then one day my mom came in and sat me down by the kitchen table and said, ‘Alisha, beauty begins the moment you choose to be yourself. Comparing yourself with others will only make you unhappy. So be youself, sweetheart.’ I knew she was right, so since then, I try to be just me. And it has been the best thing I've ever done."
