Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Should I double-check that?” His eyes sparkled when it took me a few seconds too long to figure out what he meant. “Oh, so innocent. I love it.”
Ugh.
“I…” What was I supposed to say to that? “We haven’t finished our first date?”
Wait.
Was that a reasonable response?
Kisses were acceptable, even Brady’s mom had said so, but I wasn’t sure she’d approve of dick-grabbing on the first date. She’d said we should respect ourselves and know our worth. Was my worth dick-grabbing on the first date level?
Sometimes I wished she’d been more specific when she’d been giving dating advice.
Sometimes I was glad she hadn’t been.
Downstairs Guy looked positively wicked as he nodded and something about the whole situation made Cash moan. But Downstairs Guy took all my concentration at the moment because he kept putting the craziest things in my head every time he opened his mouth.
This time was no different.
“I like your idea of how a first date ends, sexy.” Something about the way he licked his lips had me remembering the soft kiss he’d given me earlier and my dick got even harder.
It was really confused at the moment and I didn’t blame it.
“I…” Shoot. No apologies. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
He didn’t seem to think that was stupid because he nodded slowly and looked really sincere. “I know and that’s okay. You don’t have to know what to say or how to act. We’re just going to talk and flirt and I’m going to tease you. All you have to do is react and let me know what your first thought was.”
That was it?
“What if I get it wrong?” I’d managed to piss off a lot of dates in the past, and I didn’t want to fuck things up with Downstairs Guy…especially not before I knew his first name.
“There’s no right or wrong.” He shook his head, seemingly believing what he said. “If I tease you and it makes you squirm and blush, that’s fine. If I come up behind you and brush against you as you play a game and you need more space, you just tell me. This is about us figuring each other out.”
That sounded easy and hard all at the same time.
He must’ve realized that, though, because he smiled again. “And if saying please move or something like that is too difficult, you just say yellow and I’ll back off.”
Safewords.
“Safewords.” Cash echoed my thought so completely, I found myself looking at him. It made him shrug. “It was online.”
“That’s right.” Downstairs Guy nodded and looked pleased…but still wicked. “I’m glad you understand that.”
Cash blushed like he didn’t know what to do with a compliment from the sexy man who was still a bit confusing.
“He’s smart. He knew what to do with Brady first.” And he’d made sure I hadn’t panicked either.
For some reason that made Downstairs Guy’s smile soften. “I think you’re both smart, but it’s really sexy when you stand up for him.”
It was?
I had?
I must’ve looked confused and ridiculous because he chuckled. “You two are so cute.”
Leaning closer to the table again, I was so focused on his smile, I almost jumped when his foot stroked against my leg. “I can’t wait to see what you do when I have a chance to get closer later. Will you moan? Maybe you’ll jump and then need space? Hmm, maybe you’ll be naughty and press back against me?”
Oh wow.
As my brain kind of stopped working, Downstairs Guy seemed like his brain was going full steam ahead. “Did I tell you how sexy you looked in those jeans? And that shirt.”
His gaze dropped to my chest and suddenly my clothes felt tighter and my brain felt smaller. “Cash helped me pick it out.”
And Downstairs Guy was back to smirking.
It was turning into the strangest first date I’d ever had and the best…I just wished I knew what would happen next.
****
Games and flirting and smiling…he’d been very honest about what he wanted to do after we’d eaten, but somehow, I hadn’t thought he’d really do the flirting thing. Guys just didn’t do that with me. Brady said I needed to smile more and Cash said I just needed to date guys who could read me better, but Downstairs Guy didn’t seem to have a problem with me.
Or with Cash.
He kept touching Cash.
It took me entirely too long to figure out what he was doing, but eventually, my brain caught up and I started noticing all the little ways his hand brushed against Cash. His hand. His arm. His thigh. The only thing I hadn’t seen him touch was Cash’s ass but that was probably because there wasn’t quite enough privacy for that.
The craziest part was the way he’d smile at me and wink, and make it feel like he was touching me too or maybe I was touching Cash…I couldn’t figure out what was going through my head but it was definitely flirting.