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Food. Sauna. Silence. Perhaps I can seal the deal. If I’m lucky, we can celebrate with a night of earth-shaking sex. I’m hard just thinking about the possibility of my face between her toned thighs and sucking her sweetness.
According to Matteo, the weekend I have planned is everything she didn’t grow up with. I can give her that, and more.
But here’s the thing: she doesn’tneedany of it.
She wears black like armor. Her tactical boots, combat-fit leggings, and jackets that could stop a bullet or break a heart are all that she reallyneeds. Everything tailored. Everything deliberate. Luxury at her fingertips—but never clutched too tightly.
She’s classy. But she’ll throw hands in the snow and mud without blinking if something needs defending. Like the animal rescues or the kids she visits at the shelter.
I want her to believe in me. I want her to trust me. This dating challenge is a game to see who will concede first. I’ve played nice and made her feel comfortable.
Now, it’s time to take her to do something I enjoy doing. I want to share my world with her.
I can’t help but smile, wondering how she will fare on our next date. It’s definitely outside of her wheelhouse. This will be interesting.
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BIANCA
SHOULD I PACK A LIFE JACKET?
Iwake up and discover a text from Vukan.
Damn, he was up at the ass crack of 4 a.m.? What the fuck does he do that early in the morning? Solving world hunger?
Pack a hat. We’re going hunting tomorrow. Sunrise. Pier 4. No heels.
Hunting? I swear to God if this involves a weapon and a body bag…
Relax, Princess. No corpses. Just fish. Big ones.
You’re taking me fishing?
Deep-sea fishing. Water. Salt. No signal. Just you, me, and the open ocean.
This isn’t a date. It’s a hostage situation with a bait bucket.
Then pray I forget the handcuffs.
You’re ridiculous.
You’ll love it.
You better have champagne and sunscreen, or I’m throwing you overboard.
Deal. I’ll bring both. You just bring that mouth.
I stare at my phone like it just slapped me.
Fishing? Deep. Sea.Fishing.
WithVukan Petrovic.
If this is his idea of a date, I dread to think what “relaxing” looks like. Probably a weapons training course with a side of emotional sabotage.
I need reinforcements. I hit call. It seems he already has me calling back up—and it’s just a date. I’d hate to see what a marriage counselor would charge for this. Luckily for me, I have an incredible friend who loves to hear my drama. My mother must have been my guardian angel the day I met Joanne, because she’s not only an awesome friend, but also acts as my counselor when needed.
“Bianca?” Joanne answers like I’ve already done something illegal.
