His strong hands felt warm on my bare shoulders. Dropping his head down, he pressed his cheek against my hair and slowly inhaled sending chills up my spine. Frozen with desire for him, I waited for what might happen next.
“No angel could get away with flaunting so much cleavage. Let alone ignite the bad thoughts of what I want to do there,” he said as his fingers lightly traced the exposed skin in the opening of my dress.
“Deborah,” he whispered in my ear, “you are incredibly sexy. I won’t lie, I’ve been with many woman but I’ve never wanted one as badly as I want you. Your hair, your face, your personality, and your body. Everything is perfect.”
Feeling his large hands slip down the sides of the thin fabric of my dress, I felt naked before him. My breath caught as my body reacted to his touch, wanting more.
“Excuse me Mr. King,” a woman’s voice spoke softly behind us, “dinner is served.”
Will let out a sigh before straightening to his full height. “Thank you, we’ll be right there.”
Turning to face him, I looked up into his hazel eyes to find them a dark green. Reaching up, I grabbed his brown striped tie and pulled him down to kiss him.
The moment our lips touched, my body ached for more. I pressed myself against him as his fingers wound into my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth left mine and moved slowly down my neck, stopping to suck a sensitive spot by my ear while I silently cursed wearing a halter dress.
“If we were alone I’d rip that damned dress off you,” he said huskily with a devilish grin.
“I might hold you to that you know.”
He laughed and took my hand and led me back to our table where the final golden glow of the sun slowly sank into the ocean. Votive candles centered on every table cast a romantic glow throughout the room.#p#分页标题#e#
The first course was already laid out on our table but I couldn’t focus on it. The entire meal was a blur as we picked at our food while getting to know each other better. It didn’t help that my mind couldn’t forget the feel of his lips on my neck and imagined what they would feel like elsewhere.
At the end of the night, Will wrapped his arm around me as we walked out into the cool, salty sea air and got back into the limo. The divider was down and once the door was closed, Stewart looked at Will through the rear view mirror.
“Home, sir?”
Will looked at me and raised his eye brows as if to silently ask me the same question. As much as I wanted to say yes, I couldn’t.
“I really should be getting home. I have to be at work early and I need to start working on my samples,” I said. “They need to be perfect.”
He smiled and nodded before reaching out for my hand and engulfing it in his.
“To Hargrove’s, Stewart. Miss Hansen has to work in the morning.”
“Yes sir,” Stewart replied before sliding up the divider and steering the car into traffic.
“Thank you so much for such an amazing night. Everything was just perfect,” I said then summoned up my courage. “Will I see you again?”
“Yes. Before you know it,” he said smiling before kissing my forehead.
Chapter Nine
Deborah
Between being so busy with work and the pieces I needed to create for the final leg of the competition, the week after my dream date with Mr. Sexy flew by. It moved so quickly that I barely noticed that Will never showed up at the store. I was so engrossed in everything that I didn’t even care that he disappeared. I also took up lying as my new hobby to support the old sarcasm one.
Still, not a day went by that I didn’t think about my Mr. Sexy. I also spent that time kicking myself for not only forgetting to ask for his number, but for forgetting to give him mine. Unless he showed up at the store, I had no way of seeing him.
But then it happened. After that first week, I saw him more often. I never knew when he was coming in and sometimes it was only for a few minutes, but even those short visits became the highlight of my day. He always said he was just stopping by to say hi and that until I finished my samples he would wait by the sidelines.
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Not that I wanted him waiting, but knowing he was motivated me even more. No longer was I just creating the samples for the contest and myself. I had someone who was interested in what I was doing and supported me.
Every piece I made I wondered what he would think of it. Would he like it? Would he think I was sexy in it? I went out of my way to make sure the samples were perfect and there wasn’t a wrong or missed stitch anywhere, not only because I wanted to do my best for the contest, but because I wanted them to be flawless when I showed them to Will.