Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Then I’ll see you at six.” My mouth drops open when he leans over and places a soft kiss on my cheek. As I watch him walk toward the door, a sudden thought occurs to me. “Wait,” I call to Lex. “You don’t have my address.”
“Yes, I do.” He winks at me, and I must lock my knees to stay standing. “I made it my business to find out all there is to know about you.”
“Why?” I don’t really understand any of this. The smoking hot judge shows out of nowhere and asks me on a date? Is there some hidden camera or something?
“Because you got under my skin the first moment I laid eyes on you, and I plan to make sure you feel the same way about me. The best defense is a good offense.” His answer blows me away.
“Oh.” I spend the rest of the night lamenting my less-than-stellar response to his shocking statement. In the end, I don’t get much from the book club. In fact, I can’t even remember the name of the book I read.
The next evening, Jazzy and I head home early. Technically, Curvology isn’t open, so it’s not a big deal.
“What are you going to wear?” Jazzy and Skylar sit side-by-side on my bed, watching me frantically tear outfits from my closet.
“I have no idea,” I grumble, looking down at the heap of clothing on my carpet. I can’t believe the total mess of my favorite outfits but none of them are just right.
“Try the red dress,” Skylar urges me and points at the red silk lump lying next to my foot. “It is h-o-t with a capital H.”
“No,” Jazzy disagrees. “She needs to wear the emerald-green silk pantsuit. It makes her eyes pop.
I finally decide to go out on my own and wear my favorite fitted black dress. No one can ever go wrong with a little black dress and ruby-red high heels.
My heart beats at a frantic rate as I wait for Lex to arrive. “Stop pacing the front hall. You look gorgeous. You’re going to knock the judge on his rear end.” Jazzy shakes her head and hands me my black wrap before opening the main door. “That way we can see when he drives up.” I stare through the glass storm door and take a deep breath to calm my crazy nerves.
“You look beautiful,” Skye calls from the living room. Morris, our bright yellow tabby cat, stretches out next to her on the sofa and glances over at me longingly. I take a step toward the sofa, then realize I’ll spend the evening picking cat fur off my outfit if I’m not careful.
“I can’t let you leave orange fur all over me before my date,” I coo to the spoiled feline. “I’ll pet you when I get home,” I promise the pouting cat.
“Where can I get in line for petting?” I spin around and gasp when I find Lex Ashford standing in the doorway, smirking at me.
Chapter 6
LEX
While my joke hangs in the air, three pairs of shocked green eyes turn to me. “Lex.” My girl spins around and gasps, “I didn’t hear you walk up.” My cock turns to stone in my dress pants as I stare at her gorgeous body. My mind fills with visions of tearing the tight black dress off of her perfect curves. She has an adorable habit of chewing on her plump bottom lip whenever she’s nervous, which sends my pulse into overdrive. “You remember my sister, Jazzy.” I shake the older sister’s hand before my girl points to the younger woman sitting on the floral sofa. “And this is Skylar, my younger sister.”
I barely have time to wave goodbye to the other two women as my girl drags me out the door. I open the car door to help Letty slide in before leaning over her sweet body to hook the seatbelt. Once I slam the door, I take my time walking around the back of the car, hoping to have a few seconds to get my cock under control. The second her delicate scent reached my nostrils, my erection nearly tore its way through my dress pants.
“How was your day, baby?” I fucking need something to distract me and help ease the restriction in my pants. Hopefully, idle chit-chat will do it.
My girl fidgets the entire ten-minute drive to the restaurant while I hold a mostly one-sided conversation with her. By the time we arrive at the Broadway Steakhouse, I’m ready self-combust.
The popular restaurant is packed most nights, and I didn’t want to take any chances so I called in a few favors and arranged to use their private back room. Tonight is all about wooing my girl, and I plan to pull out all the stops to impress her. “Please, follow me.” The hostess smiles and leads us through the darkened room toward a set of double doors at the back of the restaurant.