Page 228 of The First Time

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He tugs at my dress, but he's pulling it back on, back over my shoulders.

My head is spinning. He's not… but he… he can't stop now.

I'm pent up.

I'm going to explode.

"It's late," he says.

I blink a few times, but he's still staring at me with that same impenetrable look on his face. "What else?" I ask. "Besides food, coffee, and clothing?"

"You'll come when you're with me, Kat. I'll make sure of it."

"But not tonight?"

"Not yet." He shifts off the couch. "I'll walk you out."

"I can walk myself."

I reach for my coat, but Blake is already holding it.

His fingers brush against my neck as he helps me into my coat.

Heat floods my body. It's everywhere. I can barely stand.

But we're not having sex tonight.

I… I don't get it.

I squeeze my purse. This is for the best. I've only known him a week.

Blake walks me to the elevator. He waves his key card in front of the door. "I'll have one made for you."

"Sure."

"My driver will take you home. If you need anything, call."

"I'll be fine."

His stare is intense. "Anything."

My stomach flutters. He can't mean sex. He just sent me out of his office with my dress falling off my shoulders.

I clear my throat and step into the elevator. "Goodnight."

He nods.

The doors slide closed, and I finally exhale. Almost home. It's a quick ride to the ground floor. As promised, there's a sleek limo waiting out front.

The man standing in front of it nods. "You must be Ms. Wilder."

I nod.

"Jordan." He offers his hand.

I shake.

"It's lovely to meet you." He opens the door to the backseat and motionsafter you.

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