Page 5 of Blind Date with a #MOUNTAINMAN

“Something like that. More curious about what your pajamas might look like.” I took the bag and wine from her.

“Get ready for the best moo moo you ever saw.” Iris snickered.

“Ah, ha. So, she does have a sense of humor. Glad to see it.”

“Home brings out the best of me.” Iris led me into the lobby and over to a set of elevators. A few minutes later, we walked through her front door, her fifth-floor apartment spacious with a lemony clean scent.

Being in someone’s space showed a lot about a person and I greedily drank all of it in, wanting to get to know this mysterious woman.

“I don’t do tours, so feel free to look around. The kitchen is just through here and the bathroom is down the hall. I’m going to change if you don’t mind?”

“Bring on the pjs! Wish I had mine.” I moved towards the kitchen. “I’ll get our dinner plated.”

“Perfect. Everything you need is in the cabinets. I might have a pair of sweatpants you could wear? I sometimes buy my pjs oversized.”

I chuckled. “Nah, I’m good. Thank you. Might just take this flannel off.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

While Iris went to change, I headed to the kitchen, set down the bags, and opened up all the cabinets until I found the wine glasses and dishes. I located utensils, a couple of serving spoons, and popped the cork on the wine, filling our glasses.

A quick swirl, sniff, and taste told me the wine was perfect.

Iris appeared in the doorway. One look her way and I froze. Not only did she not have a moo moo on but she looked sexy as hell.

A silk button down pink pajama top with the matching pink shorts left little to the imagination, her nipples clearly on full display along with long, silky legs. The bottom of the shorts barely covered her ample ass cheeks and fuck, I wanted to press my face between her ass cheeks and taste her sweet taste.

Her blonde hair was thrown into a messy bun on top of her head, curly tendrils falling around her face, and fuzzy cheetah slippers adorned her feet.

I swallowed hard. “I thought…”

“My best moo moo was dirty.” Iris’s eyes flashed, the sexual tension between us growing at rapid speed. “Hope this is okay.”

I nodded as I began to unbutton my flannel, revealing a tight black undershirt. Two could play at this little game. “It is a bit too hot in here for flannel, wouldn’t you say?”

Iris’s gaze dropped down my chest and I loved the way she drank me in, savoring every sip, her eyes traveling along my arms both covered in full ink sleeves. Her mouth fell open and her tongue darted out, the very tip of it touching her lip.

Then as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on to her, she straightened her back and walked over to the spread of food and wine. “Let’s eat in the living room. The couch is calling my name.” Her words emotionless, her face a mask of seriousness. The cold wall back in its place.

We had a moment there. It was there. It was palatable.

And I wanted it back even though I knew I shouldn’t of.

CHAPTER FOUR

Iris

Emily: What is happening? I NEED TO KNOW

Emily: Don’t ignore me

Emily: IRIS! At least tell me you’re okay

Iris: I’m okay. I’m home. In my happy spot.

Emily: Already? But it’s only been an hour. Tell me it wasn’t horrible.

Iris: It wasn’t horrible. In fact, the date isn’t over yet. He’s here with me.

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