Page 38 of Tequila & Lace
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
“You think so?” I joked as I tilted my head and allowed him to kiss my neck.
He worked his way up to my mouth. “Shut up and kiss me, woman.”
And I did.
My hands wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist as our lips locked. The taste of coffee lingered when our tongues got their first taste of each other this morning. I wasn’t going to lie. I could get used to this.
“Remind me to thank Mark again for moving you into my house,” he murmured against my lips then kissed me again, our tongues savoring the feel of how lucky we were.
I smiled against his lips. “I thought I just barged in here?”
He pulled back. “You’re feisty even without coffee.” He slapped my ass playfully as I walked to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. Little did he know I’d been awake for half an hour preparing myself because today was day three after our date and if you thought about it, it could be date number three. Guys always wanted sex on or before date three. I didn’t know what to expect except…
The sexwas coming.
Even though I had no update, I called the secure line for the bureau and gave an update. I told them briefly about the girl in the bathroom; how she’d mentioned Mr. Martinez and how I was going to investigate him further.
As far as Paul, we came up with rules for working even though we’d just started dating. When we went to work, we were only allowed to go to dinner, Vegas shows, or be alucky charmat a casino for someone. We could hold their hands with minimal kissing, but no getting naked (that was for him). If things got to a certain point where we might not be able to stop a client from getting mad because they wanted more from us, then we ended the date. I wasn’t too worried about that; I had done more research and learned that most companies have a policy that female companions weren’tallowedin client rooms—at least that would be my excuse.
As far as the sex… we’d passed day six of dating and no sex. I wasn’t sure I could do the sex anyway. I wanted to do the sex. I really did, but it was a mind over matter thing and… I was scared.
Luckily, Paul was busy with dates at night and during the day he had his self-defense classes with Gabe so we had minimal interaction. He did, however, mention he wanted me to meet his friends, and that was a big step. I needed to see where this was all going before I brought more people into the mix because I was certain I was leaving after the investigation was over.
Dates were starting to book through my website and tonight was my first date since the one I had when I first arrived. It happened to be with Derrick from the strip club. He was back in town and wanted to try his luck at the craps table. I had no idea how to play craps, but like everything else, I was going to fake it.
After checking my back office and the details for my date with Derrick, I walked into the kitchen and stopped and eyed what Paul was doing then asked. “Whatcha doin’?” He placed a few more items into a backpack. “Packing for our date.”
“Our date?” I asked, confused.
“Yep.”
“When are we going on a date?”
“Now.”
“Seriously?”
“I don’t joke about dates.”
I looked at what he was wearing. “Do I need to change?” I was wearing jean shorts and a tank top and he was in basketball shorts and nothing else.
He stopped stuffing the bag and turned to me. “Just your shoes actually. Or maybe something you’d wear to the gym.”
I raised an eyebrow. “We’re going to the gym?”
“Nope.”
“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”
He turned and caged me against the countertop. “Well, I’m going to get you all sweaty and then feed you.”
I laughed. “Why are you being so vague?”
