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“Alright,” she says with a grin. “I’m in.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Jemma

“This is insane,” I say to myself as I look down the street. I’m waiting outside my apartment with a packed suitcase and a stomach full of nerves. “What are you even doing, girl?”

Quinn is supposed to pick me up any minute now, but I don’t think he’s going to show. I’m sure he came to his senses this morning and is already rolling down the highway on his way to Vermont, shaking his head at the thought of bringing the crazy girl he finger-blasted in a damn changing room to meet his mother.

What was I thinking?

I don’t know what came over me last night. Twenty-four years of sexual oblivion and then five minutes with that man and I was ready to spread my legs and do anything he asked at my place of work. He must be a dark wizard or something. It felt like I was under a spell. I’ve never reacted to a man like that before. Ever. Not even close.

I’m about to turn around and head back up when a gorgeous, black, luxury SUV turns onto my street.

“Goddamn…” I whisper when I see Quinn behind the wheel, somehow looking even more gorgeous than I remembered.

He smiles when he sees me and pulls up to the curb.

“You came,” I say, still in shock when he steps out.

He’s wearing a black turtleneck with blue jeans and brown leather boots. He’s so fit. I bet if he stripped down, he’d be rock hard everywhere. My mind starts going to some dirty places at the thought of him being rock hard and naked, so I quickly shake those thoughts out of my head, grab my bag, and head over.

“Of course, I came,” he says like it was never in question. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night.”

I know that feeling… I was up thinking about him too.

I walk up to him, awkward and unsure of what to do. How do you greet a guy you hardly know, but also got to second base with, but also have never been on a date with, but you’re also about to meet his whole family?

Handshake? Kiss on the cheek? Blow job?

“Good morning,” he growls, taking over.

He steps right up to me, slides his arm around my back, pulls me into him, and gives me a long, slow, sensual kiss.

Mmmmmmm.

That’s the way to greet a man like that. If you’re ever in the same position…

My head is spinning when he takes my bag and puts it in the trunk. I love a man who takes control. It allows me to park my anxious crazy in the backseat while he takes over and drives.

“Have you eaten?” he asks as he walks back over, looking me up and down. I get a warm shiver, despite the chill in the air. I love the way those hungry brown eyes look when they’re on my body.

“Not much,” I say as he opens the door for me. Oooh, a gentleman. I like that. “I was too nervous to eat.”

He smiles as he watches me get into his SUV. “Nothing to be nervous about,” he says as he holds the door. “We’re going to have a great time. We’ll stop and get something to eat when your stomach settles down.”

He closes the door and walks around the hood. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, loving the way his hair flicks up in the wind. The nerves in my stomach are quickly being replaced by butterflies—the good kind.

I’ve never understood how people can drive in New York City. I could never. I’d be terrified. But Quinn is zipping through the city like it’s not a problem at all. He’s very skilled and smooth. I keep looking at his sexy hands on the wheel. I don’t know what it is about them, but I’m a little obsessed with those hands. Maybe knowing they were inside me last night has something to do with it.

I shift in my seat as we get to the highway. I don’t know what kind of SUV this is, but it’s the nicest vehicle I’ve ever been in. The seats are so soft and comfy.

“I kind of pictured you as a fast convertible type of guy,” I say when he settles into the left lane, zooming past the slower drivers on our right.

“I have one,” he says with a grin. “But it wouldn’t last five miles in the Vermont snow. I didn’t want our first date to be us trapped in a snowbank in some farm field, freezing in a convertible.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound very romantic,” I say with a laugh. Although, I wouldn’t mind being cuddled by those big muscular arms for warmth.

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