A Wifey for the Bad Boy(95)

“What?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Give me a chance,” he said again.

She was quiet for a long second before she nodded.

“So does that mean that you are going to let me take you out on a proper date?” he asked and she shrugged.

“So are we finally doing the cliché dinner and a movie?”

He smiled and shook his head.

“Actually, no,” he said and she frowned.

“Again…making assumptions that are making an ass of both of us,” she thought as she looked at him.

“The AMA is giving me my work with the homeless around the country,” he said and she shrugged.

“You work with the homeless?” she asked and he nodded. “Could you be any more perfect?”

“Yeah, I run a number of free clinics around the country. I started the program to make sure that everyone got access to decent healthcare,” he said and she raised an eyebrow over the other.

“Wow,” she said in a soft voice.

“I usually hate these award ceremonies but having you there is maybe going to make it worth it,” he said.

“Worth it? You are getting a freaking award,” she said and he shook his head.

“Have you been to one of those things? Every hospital on the planet tries to get you in their hospital…it’s exhausting.” He gently dug his fingers into her waist making her whimper a little. “But this time round, having you…having sexy Kylie Moran with me might be what makes the difference.”

“When?” she asked in practically a whisper.

“Friday,” he said.





Chapter 6

“This is a bad idea,” Kylie thought as she looked at her reflection. “This is a very bad idea.”

She had been second-guessing herself ever since Sean asked her out. Actually, she had been second-guessing herself ever since she agreed…but as much as she tried, she just could not bring herself to calling off the date with Sean. The last man she had been with was Frankie and that was far from serious on so many levels. She held a dress against her body and then another and then another…nothing seemed right. Dinner would have been simpler but this was more than just dinner. This was one of those red carpet events. Hell, it was so much worse than an opera.

After having a discussion with Sean about the charity event, she had done her research and found out that what she had in her closet was not going to cut it. She had gone shopping but even though she had thought that she looked beautiful in the dresses she bought, she was having a hard time deciding on what to wear. She had already done her hair and make-up and having done this, she knew that the dress she finally decided on would have to look good with her long brunette hair worn down in loose wavy curls.

She was still looking into the mirror when she heard her doorbell ringing loudly, resounding through her apartment.

“Shit,” she thought as she looked at her phone. She had been spending so much time looking into her reflection that she had forgotten that Sean was picking her up at seven.

“Damn it…damn it,” she thought as she walked to the front door. She pulled her bathrobe and held it together against her chest as she opened the door. A smile played on her lips when she saw Sean. He looked dashing in a dark grey slim suit, white shirt and black tie. She had never seen anyone look sexier than he did at that moment.

“Hi,” she said in a whisper.

“Hi,” Sean said in a smooth voice.

“Wow…you look…wow,” she said smiling. “Not that you don’t normally look great but you really do look amazing.”

Sean smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” he said in a mock Elvis Presley voice and then he looked at her from head to toe. “Make-up done, hair done… Should I have dressed down or something?” Kylie laughed and shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I just have a little…” she bit her lower lip when her words trailed off and she stepped aside. “Please come in.”

“Kylie Moran, well rounded Catholic girl inviting me, a man, into her apartment?” he asked with a hand on his chest. “But you barely know me.”

“Just get in here,” she said as she reached for his jacket and gently pulled her in.

“I love a woman in charge,” he said as he walked in and she felt herself blushing again.

“I was just about to get dressed. I’m sorry, I’m running a little late.”

“Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back,” she said before she practically ran down the hallway to her room. She did not even give him a chance to respond, not that it mattered. She settled on a sleeveless maxi flowing blue dress that had a waist defining mid-section. After putting on a silver pair of high heeled sandals and a small matching clutch. She looked into her reflection for the umpteenth time and then at her messy bed and sighed before she slowly made her way out to the living room.