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"You were so against it before," Isaid.
Green eyes sparkled. "Maybe that sweet pussy of yours changed mymind."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "So this really is just about getting into my pantsagain?"
Damon brought a fist to his forehead and groaned. "You are so…" He blew out a breath and met my gaze straight on. "I like you. I want to take you out. And yes, after that date I would like there to be more. Is that sobad?"
I eyed him, inching away slowly, pressing into the back of the sofa. "I'll… think aboutit."
He raised an eyebrow. "You need to think about it? You were the one so adamant about this datingthing."
"That was before. I don't know if the two of us together is a good idea," I said. "We still need to work together. This whole thing could blow up in ourfaces."
"Let me convince you," he saidimmediately.
"And how are you going to do that?" I askedslowly.
A shameless grin snuck across his face. "You'll find out when I pick you up. Tomorrow night, eight o'clock?"
Cringing inside, knowing I might end up regretting it, I nodded. I had no idea what the hell I was getting myselfinto.
Then again, with Damon, no one everdid.
Chapter Fifteen
Candlelit dinner,I mused as I surveyed mywardrobe.
I'd been trying on outfits for more than half an hour, deciding what to wear. I didn't know anything about this date. All Damon had said was to be ready by eight. He'd mentioned something about candlelit dinners before. Could he have beenserious?
I finally gave up. I put on a simple black cocktail dress, something I'd worn to a handful of client events. I fussed around with my makeup for longer than I should have, trying to decide on a smokey eye or not. I didn't want to overdo it, but I did want to look my best. In the end I went with the natural look accented with a bold redlip.
I'd just finished putting my hair into a high ponytail when Damon knocked. My heart thumped an extra beat, nerves gathering in my belly. Standing behind the front door, I took in a slow deep breath. I openedit.
I was met with green eyes and a full grin. Damon was just as handsome as ever, and freshly shaved on top of itall.
His gaze widened as he scanned me up and down. His lips parted, but no words came out. I'd turned him speechless. A bit of smugness came over me. Damon had flustered me enough times. It was nice to see the tables turned foronce.
"Take off that dress," hedemanded.
I let out a snort and folded my arms across my chest. "You'reunbelievable."
He shook his head. "No, I mean, it's sexy as hell, but that dress is totally wrong for ourdate."
I felt a twinge of irritation. "If you'd told me where we were going ahead of time, I could have planned a more appropriateoutfit."
I scanned down the rest of him. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. A short sleeved t-shirt that only served to highlight every ripple of his inked arms. Another tingle formed in my belly, different from the nerves I'd experiencedbefore.
"You really don't like surprises, do you?" heasked.
I dragged my eyes away from his muscles and back up to his face. "You're just figuring this outnow?"
From his smirk, I knew I'd been caught staringagain.
"Jeans and a t-shirt," was all he said. "Sneakers, too. I want you to be comfortable on thisdate."
I waved him through the door and closed it behind him. "You can wait here while I change." I always kept things tidy, so there wasn't anything embarrassing lying around like dirty bras orpanties.
"I can come help you pick out something to wear," he said with aleer.
