Page 54 of Taking the Pitch
But that’s not what I should be focusing on. Shaking my head at myself, I click on Judd’s waiting text.
Sexiest man alive
Stop overthinking this.
How the fuck did he know that’sexactlywhat I’ve been doing all morning?
Me
I’m not. I’m currently standing in my towel fresh from the shower, trying to figure out what to wear.
Okay, so some of that’s a lie. But he doesn’t have to know that.
Sexiest man alive
pictures or it didn’t happen :::winking face emoji:::
Me
Perv.
Sexiest man alive
:::shrugging emoji::: Worth a shot.
I snap a picture of my reflection in my full-length mirror and send it to him before I chicken out.
That’ll show him.
Sexiest man alive
Ok, I believe you. Now get your cute ass dressed. I’ll meet you at your door in 30 minutes.
At least he thinks your ass is cute.
I shake my head at myself. You sure showed him Millie. Now youhaveto go, or he’s going to know he was right, and we can’t have that.
Tossing my towel aside, I dig into my closet and pull out my favorite charcoal gray chunky knit sweater with the oversizedbuttons on the shoulders and pair it with my butter soft black leggings and black boots that come up mid-calf. Might as well be comfortable.
Heading back into my bathroom, I decide to keep my makeup simple with foundation and a little contour, adding a couple of coats of mascara to make my eyes pop. I take my hair out of my claw clip and shake it out, letting my long blonde waves fall around my shoulders.
“You can do this Millie,” I tell my reflection. “It’s just dinner with a friend and his family. No big deal.” As I’m staring at myself in the mirror, I realize that while I’m nervous about meeting Judd’s family, I’m not anxious about it.
Before I can analyze that revelation any further, though, I’m pulled from my thoughts by a knock at my door.
“Coming, coming,” I mutter, making my way to the front door. I peek through the peephole and see Judd standing on the other side, looking like a damn snack in his dark wash jeans and black peacoat.
Fuck me.
Friends, Millie. Judd and you are friends. No more, no less.
Taking a final breath after my internal reprimand to my lady bits to behave, I pull the door open and Judd’s cinnamon pine scent smacks me square in the face. My heart does a little flip that I’m not one hundred percent sure I shouldn’t be concerned about.
Judd’s eyes roam over me, causing goosebumps to break out over my body at the pure heat in his gaze. When his journey stops at my eyes, it’s like time freezes as we stare at each other, neither uttering a word but saying so many things.
I want you.
I need you.
