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But when I text Mona to let her know where we’re going, her reply seems alarmed. Damn, I made the wrong choice. Of course she doesn’t want to eat somewhere formal. She’s said nothing about wanting more from me than sex. Waking up holding her in my arms felt like something more, but gods know I’m not good at reading people when I’m caught up in them.
A pang of worry squeezes my gut.Don’t make the same mistakes as before, Max.People say one thing in the heat of the moment but end up changing their mind. I need to spend more time getting to know Mona before I fall so deep into my attraction to her that I ignore warning signs. That means no sex tonight.
With worries about repeating past mistakes nagging me, I shower and shave. I’m in desperate need of a haircut so attempts at taming my unruly waves are only a partial success. Choosing an outfit also presents a problem. The last time I went out to a nice restaurant was with Devon and Jessica, the night we were celebrating her promotion and—ugh, that’s not something I want to think about right now. I skip the suit I wore on that disastrous night and opt for dark pants, a black button-down, and a forest green blazer. For a moment, I consider texting a photo of the outfit to my sisters to see if they approve, but then I’d have to explain why I need to look nice to begin with. Merciless teasing and questions about my dating life are the last things I want to deal with.
* * *
I arriveat Mona’s apartment early, unable to keep my restlessness at bay sitting at home. The sun sets on the horizon as I park on the street, but the beautiful pink and purple sky isn’t where my attention lands. Not when there’s a perfect view through Mona’s windows. Part of me wants to see if she’s left her door unlocked, and sneak in if she has. My cock stiffens at the thought of finding her still getting dressed, her plush lips rounding into a shocked “o” when she notices me looming behind her. There’s no way we’d make it to dinner if I did that, though, so I make myself stay in my car.
After a minute, Mona emerges from her bedroom, her gorgeous full figure wrapped in a tight, dark green dress. My inner romantic can’t help reading into the fact we’re dressed in the same color, taking it as a good sign.
My eyes linger on the slit running up one thigh, but move to her face when I notice her frantic movements. She seems panicked, bending down to look under her couch, then scurrying into another room that I can’t see into, then back to her hall closet. Searching for something. She rubs her hands over her face, then curses when she sees a smudge of makeup on her hands.
Knowing that she’s just as nervous about tonight as I am settles some of the fluttering uncertainty in my stomach. I pull out my phone and text her.
Max: Need any help?
I watch her race over to her phone on the kitchen counter, then look up with a surprised glance out her windows after she reads the message.
Mona: You’re early! How long have you been out there?
Max: Just a few minutes. I didn’t mean to stress you out, but I couldn’t sit by while your search seemed so desperate. Can I come help you look for whatever you’re missing?
She runs a hand through her hair and sighs, then looks down toward my car.
Mona: Come up. You’re making me nervous knowing you’re watching me.
Max: I thought you liked when I made you nervous.
I can taste her surge of arousal as Mona reads my text and I catch the warm tinge of heat on her cheeks. She doesn’t reply, just sets the phone down and goes back into her bedroom. Shit, she’s not making it easy to resist fucking her as soon as I get inside.
I tuck my straining erection into my waistband, willing it to go down. It’s a futile effort. As soon as I get near Mona, it’ll surge back to life. But tonight is about getting to know the woman I’ve dreamed about, not fucking. No matter how tempting she is.
When I get to her door, it’s unlocked. I knock anyway, trying to make this interaction as different as possible from when I broke in last night. A long pause goes by, then I hear her hurried footfalls on the stairs.
Mona’s a bit flushed and out of breath as she tugs the door open, the hint of annoyance on her face making me smile. “You could have just come in and—” She cuts herself off as her gaze scans over me and the frustration melts from her expression. “Wow, you look…remind me again why you’re going out with me?”
She laughs at her self-deprecation, but I don’t join her. Instead, I rake my eyes over her. The dark green satin dress compliments her golden skin, gliding across her curves, dipping low in the neckline and showing an enticing sliver of her thick thigh through the slit. Her hair cascades down her back in long black waves that beg for me to run my fingers through them.
Damn, she looks incredible.
Her eyes widen, and I realize I said that out loud. Not that I care, since it’s the absolute truth.
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure what to wear. I’m glad it’s okay.”
“More than okay.” I glance down, noticing her bare feet. “Though I think they require shoes in the restaurant.”
She groans in frustration as she leads me up to her living room. “I can’t find my damned heels. I only have one pair and I wore them out a few weeks ago, and now they’re missing. In case you couldn’t tell, I don’t get asked out on a lot of fancy dinner dates.”
“What’s your shoe size?”
She snorts and glances down at my feet. “I doubt we wear the same size, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“No, but if you tell me, then I can get you some new heels to wear on our next date. You might not tell by how I dress, but growing up with three sisters taught me a lot about fashion.”
The hand that’s been fussing with the neckline of her dress pauses to rest atop the swell of her breasts and her brow furrows. “You don’t need to buy me shoes. I don’t expect anything like that. Just like I don’t expect you to take me out to expensive restaurants. You don’t owe me anything for what we’re...” She looks away as her voice trails off.
Gods, who made her think she wasn’t worth the effort? I grab her hand and pull her to me, a small squeak escaping her as her soft form collides with the solid plane of my chest. “This isn’t a transaction, Mona. You’ll learn quickly that I enjoy exceeding expectations. Which shouldn’t be difficult considering how low you’ve set yours. We may not know each other very well, but I could tell right away that you deserve so much more than you ask for. Let me show you.”
