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What I didn’t expect was the full-body tackle I received when she hurried right back into the room. I lost my balance, sending both of us tumbling back onto the bed.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She hugged me tight, her hair everywhere, and her delicate perfume enveloping me. I wrapped my arms around her as I chuckled.Who knew a leather jacket would elicit such an enthusiastic response from her?
“You used to have one years ago,” I said with an attempt at a shrug around her fierce hold. “Especially with Rhett having a bike, you could use one again. There are a few more on the way in a couple of different colors. The black was—”
“There are colors?” Her mouth crashed into mine enthusiastically. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” I replied. “Now, get out of here before you’re late for your date.”
“Love you!” With one last quick peck, Eva pushed off me, straightened her skirt, and rushed out of the room. Over her shoulder, she yelled, “Talk to Elliot, sweetheart!”
“I’ll think about it,” I said, but I wasn’t sure she even heard me.
Chapter 61
Rhett
I’dplannednotonedate but three different date options for Eva because, honestly, I didn’t have a clue what to do with the woman. What did you do with the woman who had the money to do whatever the hell she wanted? I was well off in my own way, but I didn’t want to spend a fuck ton of money doing shit she didn’t want to do.
So, I planned to give her options. I had real outings planned—things we could do that ranged from full-on activities to milder experiences.
And all the desire to do those activities flew right out the fucking window when she walked out the door to her building.Jesus fuck. All the desire went straight to my dick. The woman was a walking wet dream in a tight black dress that hugged everything and made her already fantastic tits stand out. The soft curls in her hair were everywhere, curling around the lapels of her leather jacket and falling over her shoulders. And fuck, I loved her in heels. The heels alone were dangerous.
“This,” Eva began, stopping on the sidewalk to gesture to me, “is absolutely unfair.”
“What?” I chuckled. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”
“You are not allowed to look that hot so early in the night,” she said. I glanced at my outfit. I was damn proud of how I looked. My dark jeans were new and complemented a black dress shirt, which I left the top few buttons undone. I even rolled up the sleeves to keep it a little more casual. All mypiercings had been traded out for ones that weren’t years old, and I even wore dress shoes. I brought my A-game.
“Not a single person will be looking at me, spark plug.” I laced my fingers through hers and used them to guide her closer. I kissed her once, letting it linger.Fuck, she even smelled incredible.How the hell was I supposed to make it through a whole goddamn date with this woman?
“How many cars do you have?” she asked against my lips. She leaned to the side to stare at the black car behind me.
“We don’t discuss Bertha like she matters,” I told her. “That pain in my ass broke again, and I didn’t even get her out of the fucking garage this time. But I have this one and my motorcycle. They’re my reliable ladies.”
“Are all of your vehicles girls?”
“My first car was an ugly green bug named Felipe,” I replied, making her laugh. “Let’s get this show on the road, and I’ll tell you how the hell I got conned into naming my car after Felipe, my neighbor’s husband’s cat.”
Stop number one was this dorky little burger joint I’d found years ago. It was themed in six different ways, including random movies, its old-timey diner feels, and a jukebox that played the same song sung by different cover artists. It was a unique experience. But they also had the best fucking cheese fries in all of Boston—and I’d tried a lot of cheese fries in my life.
“Explain to me again why I dressed up for this?” Eva asked when I returned to the table with our food.Yeah, we had to wait in line to pick up our food.It was that kind of place. “I could’ve worn jeans for this. The same ones you picked out for me, you know.”
“God, I love your ass in jeans,” I muttered.Next date.“But we may need these outfits for the second half of our date. As for why here? When was the last time you had cheese fries?”
“I’m not sure I even remember what cheese fries taste like.”
“And therein lies the problem, spark plug. Life needs cheese fries.”
“Unless you’re lactose intolerant,” she said.
“Even those who are lactose intolerant break the rules for cheese fries,” I replied. “Especially these. Try.”
“Okay, but—” I shut her up by plopping a cheese fry on her tongue. The sound she made was anything but safe for the public, making me laugh hard. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. I forgot what cheese fries tasted like.”
She popped another one in her mouth and moaned.Lord help me, that sound went straight to my dick.
“I’m going to need you to stop with the sex noises, spark plug,” I whispered.
