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“Definitely.”
“This is date number three. My last opportunity to convince her to give me a chance.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you. Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
9
Was it possible to swallow your tongue?
Based on his inability to speak when he saw Jackie, Tyson was certain it was possible. She came to the door wearing a long wig with wavy dark hair that lay over the tops of her breasts. Her makeup was minimal and natural looking, cheeks highlighted with bronzer and her thick, luscious lips painted the same brown color, which made them look moist and enticing.
As if that wasn’t enough, her dress was unspeakably sexy. Black, with loose long sleeves and a neckline that dipped to the wide black belt around her waist. The material lay on her more-than-a-handful-sized breasts in an eye-catching way, but that wasn’t the best part. Two slits, one on either side, stopped almost to her pelvis, leaving him to wonder if she was wearing any panties. And if she was, what color were they? What do they look like—a thong, a cheeky, lacy or cotton? He had so many questions.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” Jackie asked with an amused expression on her face, a hand on the doorframe.
Tyson shook his head. “Forgive me, but you need to warn a man before you appear looking like his every fantasy.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said softly. Her voice had taken on a huskier tone, and the skin on the back of his neck prickled, sending a signal that he’d only just picked up.
The Jackie standing before him was different from the woman who’d gone on the previous two dates with him. This Jackie, he was almost certain, would sleep with him tonight if he played his cards right. That sultry look in her eyes, and the way she eyed him like he was a cool drink of water after a run in the park, indicated that his chances of getting laid tonight were definitely good.
With a faster heartbeat, he took her hand and kissed the middle knuckle.Don’t screw this up, he warned himself.
Jackie retrieved her hand and locked the door. “Where are we going tonight?”
“Ever been to The Glass Door?” Tyson asked, mesmerized by the sway of her ample bottom as they made their way to the Cadillac.
“Yes, but it’s been a few years. Great food and even better views, especially at sunset.”
Tyson opened the passenger door. “I heard about the sunset, and that’s why I picked the restaurant. Then after dinner, if you’re up to it, we could go for a walk on the beach.”
Jackie settled into the seat. “I’m always up for a walk on the beach.”
She looked him directly in the eyes, and his stomach contracted. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come in his pants before the night was over.
“Good.”
Walking to the driver side, Tyson breathed in and out very slowly to calm his raging libido. He climbed in and they were soon on their way to the restaurant. They arrived at the perfect time to get seated and have a good view. The Glass Door was located atop the Porto Vista Hotel on a hill in Little Italy, with views of the rooftops of homes and businesses and San Diego Bay only a few blocks away.
The dining room contained approximately forty tables, but they opted to sit in one of the high-back chairs in front of the long counter that looked out at the scenery. A barrage of vintage lamps hung from the ceiling and cast a faint glow of light over the guests.
“How is your drink?” Tyson asked, breaking the silence between them. Her predinner drink contained orange and red, reflecting the orange and red colors splashed across the late afternoon sky as the sun set.
Jackie took another sip and set it on the bar. “Delicious. Better than delicious.”
“With a name like foreplay, it better be darn near orgasmic,” Tyson said, sliding an arm across the back of her chair.
“That’s not why I chose it.” I mean, how could you go wrong with peach schnapps, grenadine, and pineapple? Want to taste?”
She positioned the glass between them and Tyson took a sip. He nodded his agreement. “Definitely good.” He licked his lips.
Jackie laughed and shot him a glance through her lashes. “Told you.”
Yep, she was definitely feeling him, definitely flirting.
Boldly, he rubbed his thumb along the nape of her neck under her hair. She didn’t move or slide away, a good sign.
