Page 89 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis
“That’s easy for you to say.”
“It’s easier for me to show.”
“Christian…”
He moved closer, and I fell against his chest. His arms circled me, and he held me tight.
“I’m not your ex. I’m me. Let me make a believer out of you.”
I looked into his gaze, saw his sincerity, and folded like a brown paper bag.
“Okay.”
Relief was highlighted in his eyes. “Yeah?”
I smiled, feeling warm and cozy. “Yes.”
His lips fell into mine, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue surfing into my mouth to suck my tongue. Chills spread down my body, and my heart rate kicked up a notch.
He sighed, pulling back but still close enough that his mouth touched mine.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You don’t know me as a girlfriend.”
His deep laugh stirred me. “I’ve got a feeling you’re magnificent.”
I leaned my head side to side. “Maybe.”
He kissed me again and then swept me up in his arms.
“I’m taking you out.”
My eyes widened. “On a date?”
He laughed. “Don’t look so frightened. Yes, on a date.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“That’s too soon, I don’t have time to get ready. How about tomorrow night?”
He peered at me. “Okay. Tomorrow night.”
Chapter
Twenty
NAOMI
I changedclothes three times before Christian arrived.
The black dress was too formal for wherever we were going. The jeans and sweater were too casual for our first real date. The mauve dress hit somewhere in the middle, but now I was second-guessing everything about it—the neckline, the length, whether the color washed me out.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, checking my reflection one more time. “You've been sleeping with this man for a year. It’s just dinner.”
But it wasn’t just dinner. It was our first real date, our first time going somewhere together as a couple. The rules were gone, the boundaries were down, and I had no idea how to navigate any of it.
