Page 53 of The Little Black Book

She’s wearing a pretty blue sundress, and the way the short skirt flutters around her upper thighs mesmerizes me for a moment. Zoey coughs, and I snap out of my trance to see her watching me over her shoulder as she stops walking.

“Sorry,” I say automatically.

“Are you?” she counters.

“No,” I laugh. “Not really.”

“I didn’t think so,” she says with a grin, then tortures me further by reaching up into an overhead cabinet for a vase.

The hem of her dress lifts, and I hold my breath, hoping for a little peek at her gorgeous ass. It doesn’t make an appearance, and I sigh with disappointment.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’re never going to leave this apartment.”

My gaze snaps up to hers, and I can see desire shining in their hazel depths. I shake my head and take a deep breath.

“No. We’re going out. I’ve been pumped about this all day.”

“Me, too,” she says, smiling, then feigns a sigh. “Too bad I won’t sleep with a guy on the first date.”

“Oh, yeah?” I say, darting forward to wrap her up in my arms.

She laughs, then presses a kiss to my lips before pulling back to meet my gaze. “I suppose I could be convinced to make an exception.”

“Gorgeous, I’m going to wine and dine you so hard, you’ll be ripping my clothes off while you beg me to take you back to my place.”

“Oh, really?” she asks, her smile turning mischievous.

“I guarantee it.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“Let’s make it interesting,” I say, releasing her and taking a step back.

“Interesting, how?”

“A wager.”

“Wedolive in Vegas,” she says, cocking her head to peer at me. “What kind of wager?”

“If you don’t ask me to take you home with me, I have to do whatever you say for a week.”

“And if I do?”

“I’ll take you to my bed and make you come over and over again.”

“That sounds like a win-win to me,” she says, laughing. “It’s not a bet if I don’t actually have to pay a price if I lose.”

“Okay,” I say, tapping a finger against my chin. “If you lose, you have to do whatever I sayinbedfor a week.”

Her eyes brighten, and I can tell she’s fighting a grin as she says, “Okay, deal.”

She holds out a hand for me to shake, and instead of releasing her afterward, I lift her hand to my mouth and press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. She shivers, and I grin at her from behind our clasped hands.

“Already cheating, I see,” she says.

“All’s fair in love and war,” I shoot back.

“Good thing I win no matter how this turns out,” she quips, then pulls her hand free and sashays away.

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