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The dance did its job, melting away the stifling tension.
Somehow, it wasnice,which was an even greater surprise.
Even when he held me close enough to inhale him with every breath, staring down at my mouth with a hunger that scared me in all the best ways.
Talk about a close call.
I still can’t believe I’m getting swarmed by butterflies over an almost-kiss with a guy I don’t even like.
We haven’t even spoken since then, except to confirm dinner plans and what time he should pick me up.
This time, I insisted on text, saying I was tied up at work. I decided an awkward voice chat just might set me spinning all over again when I’m trying so hard to keep my feet on the ground with this strange, bossy man.
Turning away from my imperfections in the mirror, I grab my heels from the closet.
Sure, I’ve overdressed, but Nana always told me it’s better to make a statement than to come dragging in with nobody noticing.
Considering the last time I wore this outfit was to an engagement party—obviously not mine—it’s safe to say I’ve picked the fanciest thing in my wardrobe.
Not that now is the time to worry about that.
Knowing Dexter is Mr. Punctual incarnate, I try to hurry up. The less he sees of my crappy apartment building, the better.
After visiting his sleek castle, I really don’t need him wondering how I survive in this hole in the wall.
Catness rolls across my bed with a loud yawn like he agrees, plastering more thick grey fur on my favorite blanket.
“Dude. You don’t need to rub it in,” I say, stroking his head as I walk past to finish cleaning up.
At seven on the dot, I see him arrive in a ride that’s way too polished for anyone else here. A Tesla SUV, decked out in customizations that would bankrupt me.
I text that I’m coming and dash outside, cursing the evening rain that instantly hits my shoulders.
The drizzle does its best to deflate my curls, but I’m inside soon, cushioned in the sort of luxury I’ve only seen in my dreams.
The dashboard looks like it belongs in a sci-fi movie. He presses a button on the huge screen and heat pulses up through my legs.
As for Dexter himself—
God. This man must moonlight as a model.
Dark hair brushed back, navy shirt, tan jacket fit so tight to his shoulders it should be illegal in all fifty states.
He’s good enough to eat without a speck of sugar in his health-freak system.
There go my doubts again.
Who in their right mind would ever believe he’svoluntarilydating me?
I cough loudly, rubbing my palms on my thighs to try to calm down.
My heart feels like it’s ready to splash across the windshield, but whatevs.
I’ll live.
I’ll survive tonight.
It’s not like the last time we were together, the sexual tension was flying off the charts and I was waiting for him to throw me over his desk or anything.
