Page 17 of Broken Boss Daddy

We’d had several coffee dates over the last two weeks, yet none of them ended the same way as the first. I didn’t want to scare her off again by moving too fast, so I was too afraid of making the first move.

The only problem was that it seemed like Jess had the same idea. At least I hoped she did, because the alternative was that she didn’twantto kiss me again.

I wanted to feel her in my arms again, to feel her tongue and body move against mine. But I wanted her in my life more than I would’ve liked her in my bed, so I’d wait however long it took for her to feel comfortable enough to make the move.

Though that didn’t stop me from imagining exactly what it would be like to have her in my bed again. My dick twitched, and I ran a hand over it while trying to get those images out of my head.

Damn, I was beginning to think she had me wrapped around her finger. Who was I kidding? She definitely had me in her palm.

Checking the time on my bedside clock, I saw that I only had a few hours until my first actual date with Jessica. Yes, that was right. An actual date.Maybe I’d get that kiss after all.

With my ungodly hours on shift, my sleep schedule was all over the place, which is the reason I woke up just past noon. Hell, I was pretty sure that if it wasn’t for the sex dream, I’d have slept another two hours.

But it was a Saturday, and I was up, so I dragged myself out of bed to get some shit done around my place. The thought of bringing Jessica back here after our date gave me more encouragement to clean. I was determined not to let her go without some action.

Before I knew it, the hours passed by, and I was getting ready for our date. Grabbing my jacket, I had to stop myself from checking my appearance out in the mirror for the fifth time. I wasn’t normally this weird about a simple date, but this wasn’t a normal girl.

I had half the mind to think that I wasn’t a normal guy at that point.

She’d said that she’d meet me at the restaurant, so all I had to do was get myself there in one piece. I was sure I could do that, as long as I didn’t think about what this might mean for us.

Arriving at the restaurant five minutes before we planned, I paced outside the entrance.Who knew dating could be so nerve-wracking?

“Hey.” I heard her before I saw her.

Turning to face Jessica, I sucked in a breath. “Wow,” I breathed out. “You look amazing.”

She really did. Her black pants molded her curves perfectly, and the golden yellow shirt she wore brought out her beautiful features. The accompanying black heels gave her some extra height, and I imagined what she would be like with just those heels on. Nothing else.

My pants suddenly felt entirely too small.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, stepping closer.

“That’s exactly what I was going for.”

She smiled as I held out my arm for her.

We made our way into the restaurant, and a server led us to the table I’d reserved. Ordering a bottle of wine for the two of us, I asked, “Have you been here before?”

“Oh, yes. Plenty of times. You know, with all these guys that are after me.”

“Ha ha. You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“I know I’m funny. What’s your excuse?” She gave me a smug smile.Oh, the plans I have for her.

We spoke about our days since we last saw each other, and there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that she was not telling me something. However, I pushed it away and focused on us being there together, moving the conversation along.

Our food arrived. Jessica ordered a pasta dish, and I ordered the salmon. I was about to take a bite of mine when I noticed her doing something strange. “What are you doing?”

She paused, looking up at me. “Huh?”

“Jess, are you seriously cutting up your pasta?” It was a struggle to contain my laughter.

“What, like you haven’t?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Well, don’t mock it until you try it.”

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