Page 249 of Playing the Pucking Game
Grabbing my purse, I walk out of my bedroom with my head held high, hoping like hell I can cover up the nerves that are running rampant under the surface.
My classic little black dress tickles against my thighs as I walk, and I swallow nervously.
After telling me that he was coming tonight, Linc handed me his credit card and told me to go shopping.
I tried giving it back to him, point-blank refusing to spend his money, but he wouldn’t have it.
He threatened to order something and have it delivered here, but I knew that he’d buy something ridiculously expensive. And while I know he’s good for it, I’m not interested in his money.
As it is, my dress still cost more than I’d usually spend for a dinner out with my parents. I just hope he likes it. And the shoes that I chose with a very vivid image in my head that I’m sure he’ll appreciate the fuck out of.
As I pass his room, I hear him moving around. I pause as the scent of his cologne hits my nose and I breathe him in. Just that small hit of him is enough to give me a little extra confidence.
Continuing forward, my heels begin to click against the kitchen floor.
I glance at the time. We need to leave.
Pulling my cell from my purse, I open Instagram as a distraction and scroll through Casey’s. A smile pulls at my lips and warmth spreads through me as I take in her new little family. And it only increases when I find a photo that shows Kodie gazing at her. He is so in love with my girl; it’s the cutest thing.
I’m still staring at the photo when a shadow falls over me.
My breath catches, and I look up to find Linc looking devastatingly handsome in a fitted black shirt and a pair of dark gray slacks that look like they’ve been sculpted around his thighs.
Oh, holy hell.
“Wow, you look?—”
“Nowhere near as hot as you,” he interrupts. “That dress. Those shoes,” he drawls, his tongue practically hanging out.
The dress is fitted with a square neckline, exposing a teasing amount of cleavage, and it stops a good few inches above my knees. And the shoes...well, he’s right. They’re classic black peep-toe court shoes with a bow at my heels.
“Shit. What I want to do to you in those shoes.”
My cheeks heat, probably giving away the innocent look I’m going for.
“Oh?”
He chuckles. “Nice try, pretty girl. But I know you’re thinking the same things. I can see it in your eyes.”
My smile grows.
“Are you ready?” I ask, changing the subject before we both have a reason not to leave the apartment.
“Yeah. Just one thing, though.”
“Oh?” I ask as he steps forward.
“My meeting didn’t run over. I actually stopped to get you something.” I frown as he pulls a gift bag from behind his back.
Oh my god.
Lincoln Storm is buying me gifts.
My heart flutters and my hands tremble harder the moment he holds the bag out for me to take.
“What did you do?”
Our eye contact holds for a few seconds, the air crackling between us.
