Page 32 of Two’s Better

No. Fuck. That sounded like a fucking nightmare. And I didn’t want to have that kind of relationship with money.

Uzezi snapped his fingers, thankfully bringing me out of my thoughts. “Bowling.”

My lips quirked. “No.”

His eyes narrowed. “Karaoke.”

“No. Stop guessing. You’re not going to guess.”

He eyed my outfit again, his gaze searing. Fucking hell. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a wraparound dress with long, fitted sleeves and a low V-neck, exposing some ample cleavage. The flowery pink and blue print matched my hair and new pale pink nails, my feet in short-heeled, black ankle boots. The dress was cinched at my waist with a skirt that was supposed to be loose but clung to my generous hips and thighs like a second skin, the short train at the back stopping just below the back of my knees. And where the wraparound of the skirt overlapped in the front, because of my thick frame, there was a ... slit. A thigh-high slit. Just like the dress I’d worn on our last date.

Uzezi’s eyes bounced from my exposed thigh to my generous tits, to my face and hair, which I wore in a practical bun, then back down my body with lustful appreciation.

After telling him the dress code and that I would be wearing pink, Uzezi was wearing a simple, pale pink t-shirt that hugged every curve of his thick, powerful frame, the short sleeves practically straining against his big arms. His jeans, which were probably supposed to be loose-fitting, clung to his big thighs instead. Christ, why was he so fucking hot? How was he so fucking hot? His hair—which had previously been cut in a fade—was growing out, his beard full and lush, framing full, pale pink lips that I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing.

We hadn’t kissed since Saturday—since our last date. My lips—what felt like every inch of me—felt almost parched for his touch. His sensual touch. We touched all the time, even before we’d started this ... thing, but not like that. Not the way I now wanted and craved.

I couldn’t wait until the end of our date. I couldn’t wait until I could kiss him again. I practically wanted to climb him like a tree, and we hadn’t even gone out yet.

Uzezi’s lips parted. I held a hand up. “You’re not going to guess,” I repeated with a laugh. “And, as a matter of fact, I’m not going to let you. Don’t ruin the surprise, Uzi.”

He sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

My phone buzzed. “That must be the Uber,” I said, fumbling to bring my phone out of my handheld purse to confirm. “Yup,” I said, quickly finishing the rest of my drink in a big gulp. Uzezi took my cue, finishing his, too. My heart began to pound, though I tried not to show it on the outside.

“Shall we?” I said, nodding toward the door.

“We shall,” he responded, hooking his elbow casually around mine. “We’re off, guys,” he said as we walked through the sitting room to the front hallway.

“There’s going to be a house party at Felicia’s at ten tonight, by the way,” Prince called out. “If you guys finish your thing early, the rest of us are going to be there.”

“Oh.” I glanced at Uzezi, my heart pounding harder. That’d been one thing I hadn’t been able to plan for; it’d seem really fucking suspicious to ask our fellow housemates to give us some space after our “friend” date, so I’d just hoped me and Uzezi could be quiet when we got back.

And even though the thought of it had sent a wanton thrill of excitement rushing through my lower belly, having no one home was infinitely preferable. I didn’t want to worry about anything else but what I wanted to do to Uzezi—and what he might want to do to me—after the date was over and we were saying our goodnights. In fact, if I got this seduction thing right, this night was hopefully going to end up in an “explosion”, to use Uzezi’s phrasing.

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Uzezi said, tugging on my arm. “See you later. And if we end up not making it to the party, have fun!”

“You both have fun, too,” Prince replied.

Uzezi grabbed his leather jacket, which was waiting on a hook in the small entrance hallway by the front door. Something about the easy movement of him sliding his arms into the sleeves seemed so fucking sexy all of a sudden. I made a small, hungry noise I thought he hadn’t heard, but when he glanced my way, he was smirking, one eyebrow ticked up. I pretended not to notice.

Outside, I confirmed from the license plate that the car parked out front was indeed our Uber, then rushed to pull the door open for him.

His grin was automatic, wide and pleased, and only slightly amused.

“What?” I said playfully as I took his hand to help him inside.

“Nothing,” he said, his lips still curved with silent laughter.

I hurried to the other side. His eyes immediately landed on my exposed thighs as I slid into the car. The slit in my dress had fallen even wider open as I’d sat, revealing my legs almost all the way up to my panties. I felt his gaze like a caress, helplessly repressing a shiver.

“All right?” the driver greeted. I’d texted him about our location being a surprise, so he didn’t confirm it out loud. Thank you, Kolapo.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied, and we began to move. I glanced at Uzezi, suppressing another shiver at the sight of his dark, dark eyes. If I’d thought his gaze had been searing back in the house, it was practically a brand on my skin now. I’d thought he was being obvious, but he’d actually been holding back.

This fucking man. Jesus.

“Sorry this isn’t as fancy as a limo,” I said with a carefully careless shrug.