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Or scooter!

Warren

Goodbye.

Bodie

Do you need me to bring you some condoms??

Silas

Or lube?

Warren

I’m good, thanks.

Bodie

Okay, good luck!

Silas

You got this

I can’t help laughing at their obnoxious support, but I do what they say and trim my nose and ears. Below the belt will have to wait for my next shower.

Once I’m groomed, I put on my black slacks, black button-up shirt, and black tie but omit the jacket. It’s too hot for that.

I wish I could pick her up like a proper date, but her parents would never allow that, and since her father doesn’t know about our deal, he wouldn’t be happy to see me.

Right on time, Maisie knocks on my door, and I nearly lose my breath when I open it.

She’s in a black floor-length, V-neck dress that fits her like asecond skin and the slit up one of her legs has me reaching down to adjust myself. Her hair is halfway pulled up into a clip, with long curls flowing down her back. And her heels,goddamn. I’ve never been a fan of them, but her open-toe black stilettos that strap around her ankles are giving me some very bad ideas.

I’m so fucked.

“Holy. Shit.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them, my gaze covering every inch of her exposed skin. “Maisie, you’re?—”

The word doesn’t exist for the way my stomach flips at seeing her.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous. Jesus Christ.” I blink a few times to make sure I’m not hallucinating.

Her face goes red and the blush dips between her breasts.

I snap out of my gaze and realize what I said. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate.”

But when I meet her hazel eyes, they slide down my body and check out every inch of me just the way I was doing to her.

Clearing her throat, her gaze meets mine. “Thank you. I like this look on you. Very handsome.”

She gestures toward me with her black clutch gripped in her hand.

I smooth my palms down my chest, willing my heart to slow down. “Yeah? I haven’t gotten it out in a while. Wasn’t sure it’d still fit.”

“Oh, it fits…” Her eyes lower again, and I can’t help the way my body buzzes at her actively checking me out.

I halfway wonder if she’ll prefer this over my cowboy getup I plan to wear tomorrow night at the bar.