we know each other from somewhere. I’m going to figure it out,” he asserted, ushering me into the cab.
While he slid in next to me, I had to smile. I knew our connection. I knew his nick name. I knew his background. What would he think of me if he figured out who I was? I doubted he’d remember. After all, the last time he’d seen me was more than thirty years ago, and I was only about ten years old.
“Thirty-eight and Third,” he told the driver, then settled back into the seat. The warmth of his body alongside mind did odd things to me. Things I’d not felt in years. My stomach lurched with butterflies, my cheeks flushed with a burn that traveled down my neck and onto my chest, my nipples started to draw tight. He looked over at me and inhaled gently. “You smell delicious. I could just eat you up.”
My heart pounded and my breath grew shallow. I was stunned at his forward comment. And already aroused, his comment went straight to my core, making me clench my thighs together to relieve at least some of this mounting energy. This was wrong. This would mean that Greg was right. I was here for another man. No way.
Inhaling slowly to try and calm my body down, Jack’s scent had the reverse affect I was hoping for with my breath. I tried to peg the cologne but I couldn’t. I smelled bergamot and juniper. I smelled rosemary and rosewood. And a musky, woodsy scent. “What cologne do you wear?”
He smiled. “Do you like it?” I nodded.
Jack chuckled and stirred next to me reaching into his jacket’s inside breast pocket pulling out his phone. “So, dinner? What night looks good for you?”
“We’re doing drinks,” I stated.
“But you said you’d love dinner, a friendly dinner,” he said with a wink and a smirk. “I have a dinner meeting tomorrow but Wednesday works for me. How about you?” His eyes settled on me and I just stared at him. I watched the passing lights play on his strong features. His eyes were darker, and not just because we were sitting in a dark cab. There was something predatory and hungry in them. Not in a way that left me fearful, but in a way that had me yearning.
I don’t know why, but I pulled out my iPhone, tearing my eyes from his gaze, to look at the calendar app. My work schedule had me off all day on Tuesday, for which I was grateful. I was only doing the lunch shift on Wednesday. Do I let him know and make the date? No. I had to talk to Suzie first. I needed to know why ‘Jackass-Jack’ was such a jackass.
“Excellent. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Wait, what?”
“I see you’re off at four on Wednesday. I’ll pick you up at seven. Surely you don’t need more than three hours to get home and ready? You’re much too beautiful to need lavish primping. Hell, I’d take you anywhere, just looking like this,” he said, reaching toward my face and drawing his finger down my jaw. His touch tingled and had me closing my eyes to block out the world.
He pulled the phone from my hands and tapped away at something. I should take my phone back, but I just couldn’t. What was going on with me? Why was I letting him walk all over me?
The cab suddenly stopped. Jack handed me my phone and then paid the cabbie. Shaking my head to clear the thoughts racing through my mind, I dumped my phone in my purse. Jack slipped out of the cab and extended me a hand. I slipped my hand into his and instantly regretted it. The fire that erupted between our hands told me that I was walking into danger. But I couldn’t stop.
Somehow I made it to Jack’s front door. Looking at the façade, it was unassuming. A simple looking townhome. The windows had nice shapes to them and the front door was a slick black with a beautiful brass knocker adorning the center of it. But otherwise, nothing out of this world. Jack slipped his key in and opened the door with a flourish.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he announced.
Humble my ass! I thought stepping in as he guided me with his left
While he slid in next to me, I had to smile. I knew our connection. I knew his nick name. I knew his background. What would he think of me if he figured out who I was? I doubted he’d remember. After all, the last time he’d seen me was more than thirty years ago, and I was only about ten years old.
“Thirty-eight and Third,” he told the driver, then settled back into the seat. The warmth of his body alongside mind did odd things to me. Things I’d not felt in years. My stomach lurched with butterflies, my cheeks flushed with a burn that traveled down my neck and onto my chest, my nipples started to draw tight. He looked over at me and inhaled gently. “You smell delicious. I could just eat you up.”
My heart pounded and my breath grew shallow. I was stunned at his forward comment. And already aroused, his comment went straight to my core, making me clench my thighs together to relieve at least some of this mounting energy. This was wrong. This would mean that Greg was right. I was here for another man. No way.
Inhaling slowly to try and calm my body down, Jack’s scent had the reverse affect I was hoping for with my breath. I tried to peg the cologne but I couldn’t. I smelled bergamot and juniper. I smelled rosemary and rosewood. And a musky, woodsy scent. “What cologne do you wear?”
He smiled. “Do you like it?” I nodded.
Jack chuckled and stirred next to me reaching into his jacket’s inside breast pocket pulling out his phone. “So, dinner? What night looks good for you?”
“We’re doing drinks,” I stated.
“But you said you’d love dinner, a friendly dinner,” he said with a wink and a smirk. “I have a dinner meeting tomorrow but Wednesday works for me. How about you?” His eyes settled on me and I just stared at him. I watched the passing lights play on his strong features. His eyes were darker, and not just because we were sitting in a dark cab. There was something predatory and hungry in them. Not in a way that left me fearful, but in a way that had me yearning.
I don’t know why, but I pulled out my iPhone, tearing my eyes from his gaze, to look at the calendar app. My work schedule had me off all day on Tuesday, for which I was grateful. I was only doing the lunch shift on Wednesday. Do I let him know and make the date? No. I had to talk to Suzie first. I needed to know why ‘Jackass-Jack’ was such a jackass.
“Excellent. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Wait, what?”
“I see you’re off at four on Wednesday. I’ll pick you up at seven. Surely you don’t need more than three hours to get home and ready? You’re much too beautiful to need lavish primping. Hell, I’d take you anywhere, just looking like this,” he said, reaching toward my face and drawing his finger down my jaw. His touch tingled and had me closing my eyes to block out the world.
He pulled the phone from my hands and tapped away at something. I should take my phone back, but I just couldn’t. What was going on with me? Why was I letting him walk all over me?
The cab suddenly stopped. Jack handed me my phone and then paid the cabbie. Shaking my head to clear the thoughts racing through my mind, I dumped my phone in my purse. Jack slipped out of the cab and extended me a hand. I slipped my hand into his and instantly regretted it. The fire that erupted between our hands told me that I was walking into danger. But I couldn’t stop.
Somehow I made it to Jack’s front door. Looking at the façade, it was unassuming. A simple looking townhome. The windows had nice shapes to them and the front door was a slick black with a beautiful brass knocker adorning the center of it. But otherwise, nothing out of this world. Jack slipped his key in and opened the door with a flourish.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he announced.
Humble my ass! I thought stepping in as he guided me with his left
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