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Ollie leaned down and brushed his lips over hers in the barest of kisses. “I’m not bossy, I’m assertive. Besides, you know as well as I do, you can wrap me around your little finger anytime you wish. All you have to do is say the word. You do remember the word, don’t you sweetling?”
Instead of answering him, Mia said, “I think you should take me out on a date. If you want a relationship, I want some romance.”
“Hmm, a date you say? And what should we do about all this sexual tension?”
He leaned down to kiss her but she slid her fingers between their lips and gently pushed him back. “Well,” she hedged, her mouth kicking up at the corners in a sexy little grin. “Play your cards right and I might be tempted to put out on the first date.”
Cupping her arse, he yanked her against him again and pressed his now rock hard cock between her thighs. “Excellent. I’ll pick you up at six.” Then he let her go and grabbed his leather apron, but not before noticing the spark of anticipation in her eyes. “Now then,” he said, handing Mia a pair of heavy leather gloves, “help me with the fucking flamingos on this godawful gate.”
Chapter Ten
Mia checked the time as she paced back and forth by the bed in her room. The room Oliver had put her in. The one right beside his.
It was almost six o’clock.
She turned to stare at the wall that separated them. Was he in there now? Was he dressed? Was he naked? Was he as nervous as she was? Was he going to wear another one of those sexy T-shirts that showed off his biceps to perfection and made her mouth go dry?
Is it hot in here?
What was she thinking?
This was so not a good idea. Yes, she’d been disappointed after their brief chat in the morning when she’d thought he only wanted to be friends again. And yes, she should be over the moon about how completely and utterly wrong she’d been.
But what if they fucked it up?
What if she was wrong about being friendsandlovers? What if they tried the lovers part and screwed up the friends part?
What if she lost Oliver, truly lost him?
She wouldn’t be able to blame it on the stupidity of youth this time, because this time they were both old enough to know exactly what they were getting in to.
Okay, so maybe she hadn’t let go of certain things from their past as much as she’d thought. Maybe she’d just kinda swept them under the proverbial carpet where they’d had time to grow claws and fangs and plot revenge for being ignored for so long.
It’s definitely hot it here.
Mia grabbed a magazine off the small desk near the window and fanned herself with it. It was the middle of summer after all, and the humidity was insane, but it was her anxiety that was causing her to sweat. And the last thing she needed on a date was pit stains.Maybe I should change.
Before she even finished the thought, a knock sounded at the door, then swung open to reveal Oliver.
Her friend.
Her date.
Her date who was dressed in soft looking denim that hugged his muscular thighs, leather boots and a button up shirt that revealed his toned, tanned forearms and that intriguing tattoo.
Her anxiety melted away at the drop dead gorgeous sight of him. Even his beard looked more groomed than usual, and instead of the man-bun, his hair was pulled back in one long, thick braid.
It was surprisingly sexy.
“Hi,” she said, her voice sounding breathy and not at all like the commanding officer who only six months ago made a jube lieutenant cry for fucking up an order so simple an untrained monkey could have completed it in its sleep.
Ollie stepped into the room. “Wow,” he said, moving closer. “You look beautiful.”
Mia couldn’t miss the direction of his gaze. Oliver always was a boob man. “My eyes are up here, Bennett,” she said, her voice regaining its usual tone of authority.
Gripping her waist in his big hands, he continued staring at her cleavage. “Yeah, but your breasts are down there, and I gotta ask, where the fuck have you been hiding those?”
The dress she’d chosen to wear wrapped around her body and overlapped in the front to create a V neckline, and the only bra she owned that went with the dress was a push-up bra that caused her very average C-cups to look more like Double-Ds.
