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“I know you are eager to start the date, but you don’t have to run me over.” His voice holds a hint of a chuckle, but is soft and caring.

I laugh and give his arm a playful swat. “I wasn’t going to run you over. I just didn’t want you to have to keep waiting for me. Sorry it took so long to get ready.”

Alex’s gaze roams over my entire body. “Take as much time as you need. I’m not in a rush. You look absolutely fantastic, though.”

My face blushes at his compliment as my gaze locks onto his. “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

To be honest, he is hot and tempting. His black slacks are fitted and tailored to perfection, and hislight gray button-up shirt fits him like a second skin.

The top button of his shirt is open, showing just enough of his chest to tempt me.

When my gaze returns to him, he smirks and asks, “Do you like what you see?”

I nod. “You look sexier than sin, and if you didn’t already make plans for us tonight, I’d drag you in here and show you just how good I think you look.”

“Well, in that case, let’s go.” He loops one arm through mine and leads me down the hallway to the garage.

He opens the passenger door for me and when I’m seated inside, he closes the door.

“So gentlemanly.” I say after he takes his seat behind the wheel.

His eyes darken as they lock onto mine. “I aim to please.”

I squeeze my legs together as I imagine just how well he pleases me. When I let out a tiny moan, Alex reaches over to place his hand on my thigh.

“Keep that up and we will be late for our dinner reservations.”

“I’m fine with that.” I tease.

His hand slips under the hem of my dress, moving up my thigh until his pinky finger brushes against my panties.

“Well, I promise to make it worth your while after the date, but first, we need to eat, so we have the stamina for a long and pleasurable night.”

I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Fine, be that way.”

He leans over and captures my lower lip between his. “I kind of like it when you pout. Makes me want to kiss you until your lips are swollen.”

“I’m not complaining or stopping you.”

He stares at my lips for a few moments before he shakes his head and backs his car out of the garage.

When he drives in the opposite direction from town, I give him a questioning look.

“So, where are we going?”

He doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “To eat.”

I roll my eyes and chuckle. “I already knew that.”

“Then why did you ask?” He glances toward me for a second before returning his gaze to the road.

“I meant what restaurant are you taking me to?”

There aren’t many restaurants this way. Actually, I don’t think there are any on this side of town, but I haven’t ever been over here, so I wouldn’t know where he is taking me.

His fingers lightly dig into my inner thigh. “Who said we are going to a restaurant?”

“Are we not going to a restaurant? Are we going on a picnic in the woods?”

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