Page 38 of His Rejected Fated Mate

I leaned forward. “And what about you, Elize? Have you dated?”

She laughed now and shook her head. “No, I haven’t. I put everything into learning and helping where I could. I didn’t have time to date.”

I watched the way she rubbed her fingers together nervously and the way her front teeth scraped over her bottom lip. I felt that twist in my gut. I wanted to grab her chin and kiss her.

“I guess I shouldn’t be making fun of you when I haven’t exactly done anything better myself.”

I smirked, finding I would let her tease me all day if she laughed like that. “You can make fun of me all you want.”

She gave me a soft smile in return. “It is nice to know you’re not a Playboy.”

I laughed at this and winced as I remembered the cut in my side. She pulled her hand up to cover a smile. “Sorry, I shouldn’t joke around.”

She pulled herself up. “So, how do you want to do this then?”

“Dinner tomorrow. I can make a reservation, and my side should be healed by then.”

She gave me a simple nod. “Alright. Then tomorrow.”

The following day, I arrived home after a meeting with Ivan. I quickly changed into a nice pair of pants and a button-down. I had made a reservation for us to have dinner at an Italian restaurant on the edge of town.

I headed out into the hallway and heard Elize’s door open. I froze and felt my eyes widen. She was wearing a long red dressthat sparkled under the light. Her hair was pulled up into a braid that fell over her shoulder. She was wearing a large ruby necklace with black heels.

I felt my jaw drop open, and I stood stunned. I had only ever seen her in baggy clothes. This dress was tight, showing all of her curves, and my cock tugged up slightly.

She paused in the doorway and blushed. “Hey, didn’t see you there. You look nice.”

I blinked, still trying to find words. Elize had changed from high school. She had wider hips and a firm ass. Her breasts sat perky, and the dress cut low to give you a glance, but not low enough to plunge.

She waved a hand. “Troy? You good?”

I swallowed. “You look nice, really nice. That’s a beautiful dress.”

She blushed. “Thank you. I just bought it. I was worried it would be a bit much.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s perfect.”

She looked away, and I cleared my throat. “I made a reservation at the Italian place. I should have maybe asked whether you liked Italian. I can take us somewhere else if you don’t.”

She shook her head. “No, I like Italian. Are you ready?”

I nodded, waving a hand to let her walk first. As she turned into the hallway and walked down it, I scanned her. I watched her hips sway as she walked, her heels clicking on the wood floor.

My dick jerked, and I internally screamed. Shit.

On the plus side, you won’t have any issues getting my cock up. You’re practically aching to get between her thighs.

Think about something else! Jesus, anything else! You cannot go to dinner with a hard-on!

Elize made it to the door and opened it. “You coming?”

Fucking pull yourself together! You need to focus. This is a date, but also a way for me to start getting to know Elize again. This is the start of a new beginning, so put your dirty thoughts aside.

“Yes.” I shook my head and walked after her. “To dinner.”

We headed out to the car, and I could feel myself getting nervous. It wasn’t like this was new. We’d dated and gone out for dinner plenty of times. But this was new. We were different people now, and I wanted this to work. I needed this to work this time.

Chapter 12 - Elize