Page 29 of Seduce

“All right. I’ll tell you more about myself and the club then, and we can go over your questionnaire together. In private.”

Color bloomed in her cheeks.

“Good night.” He leaned down and brushed another kiss over her soft lips, before releasing her and stepping out the door. Damon reached back and pulled the door shut. He waited until he heard the locks click and made his way down the hall with a spring in his step.

Sunday. Maybe a picnic lunch at his house. Plans started swirling in his head. Tonight had gone well, and he was delighted even if he did have a hard-on that wasn’t going to be satisfied until he bedded Tessa.

CHAPTER SIX

Tessa tossed yet another outfit on her bed. What the hell was she going to wear? Saturday had passed in a blur of work and thinking about Damon. Now it was eleven on Sunday, and she still couldn’t pick out an outfit to wear.

He’d said picnic. Jeans would be practical, but which ones. Blue, stone washed, black, tan…ugh…she wanted to pull her hair out. Her cell rang, and she glanced at the display. Sierra.

“Hey, Sierra,” she said as she answered the phone.

“So, heard you went to dinner with Damon Friday night.”

“I did, and do you have time to video chat?”

“Is everything okay?” The worry in Sierra’s voice was evident.

“It’s fine. I need some help.”

“Sure.” A second later, Sierra’s face appeared. “What do you need help with?”

“Damon is picking me up for a picnic lunch in less than an hour. I can’t figure out what to wear.”

Sierra giggled. “Jeans would be good.”

“Funny. What color?”

“You have way too many choices. Put on a pair of blue jeans.”

Tessa grabbed a pair and put them aside. “Top?”

“Let’s see…show me your closet.” Tessa turned the camera toward her closet. “The blue-black one with the design on the sleeve.”

“I forgot I bought this.” She pulled the blouse out. “What am I thinking? It’s February. How are we going to have a picnic?”

“It’s not snowing,” Sierra offered.

“No, but it’s not warm enough to be outside either.”

“True, the temp is forty out. A little cold for a picnic.” There was another voice in the background. “Be right there, honey.”

“I better let you go.” Tessa rubbed her forehead.

“Don’t stress out. Wear the outfit, I’m sure Damon has something special in mind. Bye.” The screen went blank.

Tessa sighed and grabbed her clothing. A picnic in February. What was Damon thinking?

There was a knock at her front door on the dot of noon. She looked out to make sure it was Damon before opening it. The building lock was still broken; she’d complained again yesterday.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello, beautiful.” Damon leaned down and brushed a kiss over her cheek. “Nice outfit.”

“Thank you, but isn’t it a little cold out for a picnic?”

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