Page 16 of Knot a Good Idea

I wanted her in the car with me, want to breathe in that rich, inviting scent.

But I realize my mistake as she opens her front door and I look into her warm brown eyes.

I want this to be a real date.

I wanther.

My Alpha instincts rage in me, the urge to pull her into my arms is overpowering.

We’ve barely spoken for two minutes, yet I’m compelled by everythingApril.

I should have sent a goddamn driver.

“Hi,” she says kindly, offering me a warmer smile than she did at her café. “It’s good to see you again.”

I clear my throat and hand her the bouquet of roses. “You as well. You look stunning.”

Shedoes.It’s ridiculous.

She cocks an eyebrow and takes the flowers, placing them on an end table near the door. “Thanks,” she says. “You clean up nice, too.” Her eyes rake over my form, her warm scent blossoming around me, and my cock twitches in my pants.

I need to get a fuckinggrip.

“Glad you think so. Was my suit not up to par for you yesterday?” I tease.

She shrugs. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

There’s a playful glint in her eyes, and I smirk in response. “Well, I’m glad I finally have your attention now.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Are you?”

“Of course. I have a feeling your undivided attention is something cherished and reserved for a select few.”

She blinks, then laughs.

Shelaughsat my words, a full-bodied, delightful sound. It doesn’t hurt my ego as much as it should, because the smile that crosses her face is breathtaking.

“Oh my god. Does that line actually work on people?”

“Honestly? That’s the first time I’ve used it. I think it was a pretty good improvisation.” The corner of my lip twitches, and for the hundredth time, I wish this could be a real date.

I would truly like to get to know this woman better.

“Remind me to recommend some improv courses to you before the night is over,” she murmurs, a delightful glint in her eye. “You definitely need some work.”

“Ouch.” I press a hand to my chest in mock hurt. “My ego, you’re bruising it.”

“Good. I have a feeling you could be taken down a peg or two.”

I’m obsessed with our back and forth and the way her snark matches mine.

No one has called me out on my shit in years.

I shrug. “Probably.”

The smile remains on her face, bright and breathtaking. “So, how is this going to work? Am I inviting you in, or…”

“Have you never been on a date before?”

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