Page 78 of Bourbon Sins
I wish there had been a camera watching us, because I know the look on my face read, what-the-ever-living-fuck and shit-I-just-pissed-myself. I felt my nose crinkle in confusion as I tried to understand what he just asked me.
“Accompany you . . . as in an escort?”
A genuine laugh escaped his mouth as he shook his head no. He ran his hand through his hair, then looked down at me with sincerity. “I would like to take you out . . . you know . . . on a date.”
Errr, a date?
He struggled when he said the word date, so at that moment, I could tell the poor guy was out of his element. So was I though, because I couldn’t remember the last time a guy took me out.
“Umm . . . sure. I didn’t think you went on dates.”
“We don’t have to.” He started to walk away, “I just thought I would offer. Never mind.”
“No, wait.” He turned to face me, hope coming from his gaze. “I want to go.” My head lowered as I twined my fingers together. “I can’t remember the last time I went on a date.”
Jett ambled over to me and lifted my chin with his finger. “Well, that’s a crime. Let’s rectify that today. Can you be ready in half an hour?” I nodded and he smiled down at me. “Very well, I’ll meet you out back.”
Before I could say anything else, he walked out of my room and shut the door behind him.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out, as I tried to gain composure for what was to come today, and promised myself not to read too much into it. I knew in the back of my mind that Jett didn’t do love; he didn’t do relationships, but there was a little part of me that said maybe, just maybe, I would be able to change him . . . the last words spoken from an impending broken heart, most likely.
I ran into my closet and looked for something to wear other than lingerie and business shirts. I opened a couple of drawers and spotted a yellow sundress with a scalloped neckline and cinched waist. Perfect!
I put the dress on, found a pair of brown sandals and put my hair up into a loose bun. I grabbed a flower from the vase on my nightstand, cut the stem off, leaving just enough length, and stuck the delicate flower in my hair, adjusting it just right. I spread a neutral eye shadow over my eyelids, followed by a smudged brown liner and a thick coat of mascara. I put my final touches of a nude lip gloss on and looked in the mirror.
Surprised by the brightness in my face, I spun around in my dress for a second and watched how the fabric lightly settled down from the air that once lifted it. I knew my heart needed to slow down, but I couldn’t help it. I was going on a date with Jett Colby.
* * *
My heart stoppedin its place when I walked out back and saw Jett sporting a pair of dark aviators, leaning up against a vintage Aston Martin convertible painted in gunmetal grey. His posture was strong, confident, and fucking sexy. If I was a photographer, I would have started taking pictures for a car magazine because, damn was he fine, and the car he was leaning on only added to his hotness factor.
The brilliant red color of the leather interior reflected the sun, giving a devilish backdrop to Jett’s appearance. The man was all male and dangerous for my heart, but hell if I was going to miss out on this opportunity.
He pushed off the car and walked toward me. I could tell by the barely-there smirk on his face that, as he walked toward me, he was checking me out and he was pleased. He stood right in front of me and brought my hand up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on my knuckles.
“You’re absolutely exquisite,” he hummed, with appreciation in his deep, raspy southern voice.
Lady boner . . . lady boner!
“Thanks,” I said shyly, avoiding kicking the ground and turning my face like a bashful doofus.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded and I patted my little purse that was slung over my chest, messenger bag style.
He smiled and then lifted his sunglasses, giving me an amazing view of his deep blue eyes. He held out my hand and made me twirl around for him as he observed me intensely. When I steadied myself, he lowered his sunglasses back down and smiled that gorgeous smile of his.
“You please me, little one.”
Swoon! Fuck, I was losing it and we had yet to leave the actual driveway. Two seconds with Jett Colby and I was practically ripping my panties off and giving him anything he wanted.
There went all my “I am woman, hear me roar” power, right out the window. The minute he said I pleased him, I wanted to beg him to see what else I could do to make him happy. Woman suffragists are rolling in their graves right now. Sorry ladies.
He guided me to his car and opened the door for me. I thanked him and slipped into the sleek leather of the car. Forget the date, I thought to myself as I figured out every which way Jett could take me in his car. I was on position number twelve when he placed his hand on my thigh and looked over at me.
“It might be windy; I don’t want your flower to fall out.”
“I don’t mind.”
