Pulling her face up, he brushed his lips over hers, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “I haven’t gotten around to doing other parts of my body. I probably won’t do much more.”
Sandy smiled and rested her head on his chest. “I want to get one. I don’t have any. I wouldn’t mind getting one. Well, two, I think. Two bears together.”
His heart picked up faster at her words and his brain went to mush. Sandy wanted him and Jake on her. Scared that he misheard her, he hugged her tighter and muttered, “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I would love to do whatever you want a tattoo of.”
She beamed up at him, and he knew for sure that he was head over heels in love, even after such a short time.
Chapter Six
Sandy couldn’t wait for this concert. She’d kissed her boss’s arse to get sixth row tickets. She’d needed four tickets originally, but with Samantha still recovering, she now only needed the three.
She was excited because a bunch of people from her work was going along too. What she wasn’t looking forward to was her boss’s brother Richard. To get the tickets she’d had to promise she would be his date and go on another on Sunday night too.
For the last year at work, he’d asked her out at least once a week, but she always turned him down. Sandy never dated anyone from work. Richard wasn’t ugly. He was quite handsome, she supposed, at just under six feet, and slim, with short blond hair. The problem was he wasn’t her type, no matter how much she wished he was. She liked them big and muscular with dark tanned skin.
Thanking God her men weren’t there, Sandy groaned inwardly as she realized what she’d called them as she waited in front of her house for Richard. Her men. Sandy tried not to feel guilty about the date and told herself she had only met and been with her guys for almost two weeks. Jake was working tonight, and Zack was in his shop until five. He’d offered to drop her and her friends off and pick them up, but she’d said they had it covered. Sandy was grateful he didn’t ask any more questions.
They’d surprised her by not asking her more about the concert, although she had made her stance on the subject very clear early on. They were trying to not be like her family, and she could tell it was killing them, especially Jake. The cop in him was begging to come out, and she was fighting herself not to fall in love with them for their efforts. The dinner they’d done her the other night had been a dream come true. No one had ever cooked for her. The last person she vaguely remembered was her mother. Her father and brothers were good at takeout and canned or microwave foods.
A red sports car pulled up out front and Richard got out. He wore black striped shorts with a blue collared shirt. He strutted towards her with a huge smile on his face. Forcing her lips to curl up at the sides in what she hoped passed for a smile, she walked the rest of the way to him praying he wouldn’t expect much from her.
Grabbing her hand, he escorted her to his car, opened the door for her and closed it before he got in himself. He turned on the engine and drove away. The smile never left his face.
“I’m so happy you agreed to this. I look forward to getting to know you more outside of work.” He reached for her hand again, and she avoided him. “I’m sorry I had to go to this extreme to get you to go on a date, but I’m sure you will agree by the end of tonight it was the right thing to do. I think we could really have something.”
Sandy bit her tongue and told herself she brought this on herself. She should think of this as an experiment. She had wanted to date different people, men not like her brothers. She’d even said this to Zack and Jake, and Richard was the total opposite to her brothers, Zack, and Jake.
The guilty feeling got worse the closer to the venue they got. When they reached the vineyards and parked, Sandy got out before Richard could come around.
They walked up to the concert venue. He reached for her hand again, and she maneuvered herself out of his reach, pausing just before the gates. She couldn’t take the guilt anymore. If she was honest with herself, she couldn’t stand his touch. It felt slimy and made her sick. “I’m really sorry. I should have said something before, but I’m in a relationship. It’s kinda new.”
“How new?” His brow was furrowed, and his nose scrunched as he looked down at her.
Sandy wondered if she should tell the truth or stretch it a bit. Stretching won. “Oh, I don’t know. It feels a lot longer than it actually has been.”
He seemed to think about this for a moment before he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the entrance. “If it’s still new, then I have a chance. You might find I’m better.”