Page 19 of Witch Please

“Date or base?”

“I’m flexible.”

Danica offered a smile so heated that his breath caught. “So am I.”

Chapter 6

Friday rolled around much faster than Danica expected.

Between work and texting with Titus, she found herself standing in her underwear in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She turned sideways, trying to decide if this bra-and-panty set was good enough for a date. Not that she intended toshowTitus, but knowing she was set up properly did wonders for her confidence. She’d bought this spicy red set a few months back, and she’d been saving it for a special occasion.

Tonight definitely qualifies.

Satisfied, she opened her closet and studied her options. The natural dress to pair with the sexy undies was this black cherry surprise—a ’50s-inspired sundress, black cotton printed with red cherries. It was sexy, vibrant, and fun with a sweetheart neckline that framed her cleavage beautifully.But is it too much for dinner and bowling?Danica decided she didn’t care.

Quickly she donned the dress and added a strand of black pearls. Nothing but her favorite red Fluevog sandals would do for this outfit. Once she surveyed the overall impression, she nodded and went to work on her makeup. Often Danica preferred going natural with a touch of lip balm and tinted sunscreen, but tonight she executed a sexy nighttime look, complete with subtle smoky eyes and bee-stung lips.

By the time she finished with her hair, it was nearly time for Titus to pick her up. She took a deep breath, tucked a pair of invisible socks into her handbag, and hurried downstairs to wait. Clem had plans tonight with Kerry and Priya, and Danica hadn’t mentioned her date. Given that her cousin had warned her about Gram’s proximity, Clem probably wasn’t on board with Danica’s plan to cut loose and have fun.

There’s no reason why this has to be a big deal. I’m overthinking.

At 6:55, a rap sounded on the front door.

Despite her best intentions, her heart raced as she went to answer it. Titus stood on her front porch with a bouquet of mixed flowers, a bright blend of daisies, asters, sunflowers, and carnations. It was so adorably old school that her heart quivered. She hadn’t planned on inviting him in, but she couldn’t dump such a thoughtful gift on the side table where they stashed their mail and keys. Belatedly, she realized he was staring at her, like full-on gaping.

“Are you all right?” she asked instead of a more conventional greeting.

“I…think so?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“It’s because I never realized beauty could be a blunt object before.”

“Are you saying that you’ve been assaulted by my attractiveness?”

“A little? In a good way,” he added quickly, with a smile so bright that she considered fishing sunglasses out of her purse.

“Did you want to come in while I put these in water, or will you be pressing charges?” She tried to mask the smile, but it pulled at the edges of her mouth and got clean away from her until she felt it tugging at the corners of her eyes.

“I’ll let it go this time, ma’am, but I need you to stop dazzling others with such a complete lack of regard for their safety. How many people must have driven into poles because of you?”

“It’s a lot,” she said somberly, placing a hand over her heart in mock remorse.

His gaze followed her motion and glanced over the curve of her breast. Well, that was why she’d worn this dress in the first place, but damn if she didn’t love the color glazing his cheekbones. Danica fought a frisson of pure desire. For some reason, she wanted to touch Titus more than anyone she’d ever met. Her other hand drifted toward him like they were literally magnetic, but at the last minute she plucked the bouquet from his grasp.

“I have no doubt.”

For a few seconds, she had no idea what they were even talking about. Right, the joke about her hotness putting drivers at risk. Smiling, she hurried to the kitchen and prepared a vase with water, adding sugar and vinegar to keep the blooms fresh longer. When she came back, she found Titus still standing in the foyer, studying the candid photos she and Clem had collected over the years.

“This must be your cousin,” he guessed.

“Correct. That’s Clementine, Clem to her friends.”

“Waterhouse as well?”

Danica nodded. “Our mothers didn’t change their names when they got married. It’s a…unique family quirk. Waterhouse women were feminists long before there was even a word for it.” That was the closest she could come to explaining their witch heritage, but he seemed to take it in stride.

“That’s fascinating. Would you keep your maiden name as well?”

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