Page 9 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
"Have dinner with me, Vixen."
She trembles at my words, and I marvel at her reaction. When she opens her eyes, I see those emerald beauties focused deeply on me.
"Is that allowed, Jack?"
"There are so many things that are not allowed between us, but I find I don't really care. Say yes, go out with me. Let's spend some time together."
"Okay."
She gives me a soft smile and leaves me standing in an empty room with my dick hard and my heart beating faster than if I had just run a marathon.
Chapter 5
Emily
Ican't believe I'm going on a date with my dream man. The man who has invaded my whole life. Everything from my dreams to my everyday life is filled with images of him and memories of his voice making me come harder than I ever have before.
My BFF Meg is here helping me get ready. I can't decide between the many dresses I have. I want to look just right tonight. I pull out a red one and a purple one and showcase them on both sides of me.
"The red one is too slutty."
"Hey!"
"I'm just calling it like I see it," Meg says.
"Maybe I want to look slutty."
"Is this just a quick fuck, or do you want more?"
Meg knows me a little too well for comfort right now. I don't want to admit to myself that I would really, really like much more than just sex from Jack Baldwin. This is all so bizarre, though. We had sex on our first interaction, and now I can't stop thinking about him.
"Tonight, I want to have fun."
"The red one it is!"
I give her a bright smile and go put on the dress. It fits like a glove and enhances all of my curves. I love being curvy and that my thick thighs and round booty drive men to distraction. I run my hands from my waist to my hips, take a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
The doorbell rings and I start to panic.
"He's here."
"I'll go get it. You take your time."
I don't need any more time, though, so I grab my purse and wait until I hear his glorious voice booming inside my living room. My heart starts beating faster, and I step out of the room. Every step towards him feels like a step towards my true destiny—one where I'm enveloped and protected by this beautiful man.
"You look beautiful."
That smooth-as-whiskey voice goes through me, and I shiver. My sex pulses in response, and I swear if Meg wasn't here, I'd climb him like a tree. Fuck dinner. I want to fuck his face. Instead, I decide to be cordial.
"Thank you."
"Look what Jack brought you."
Meg shows me a bunch of red roses in one of my vases. He must have given her the flowers when he came in, and she put them in water for me. I lean over the roses and take a deep breath.
"I love flowers, thanks so much."
Meg puts the vase on the kitchen counter and makes herself scarce. Smart girl. The best friend anyone could ever have.
