I reached the bottom step in time to see the door open and Arron come in followed by Ryder. As Ryder stepped further into the house my breath caught and my knees became weak. Wow, the man was delicious. The black suit pants with the light blue button-down dress shirt tucked in made him look like a GQ model. His was so big, so thick, that he more than filled out his clothes and it was all muscle. His tats could be seen creeping out of his collar and didn’t they just make me want to follow them.
I took my time ogling him, devouring every piece of his amazing body, smiling at his curling lips and groaning with lust as his green eyes darkened with unrefined passion. The butterflies in my stomach intensified and my skin tingled. These feelings were special. I was smart enough to know that the feeling I got when I saw or got to touch Ryder was rare. That not many people got the weak-in-the-knees feeling every time they looked at the man they were with.
“You look beyond beautiful, vixen.” His husky voice had me blushing like a school girl on her first date.
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” He was more than handsome. He was edible. I wasn’t going to tell him that though, he already had a massive ego and I was surprised it fit through doors.
My stomach flip flopped as he smiled and his dimple showed. Crap, he was so gorgeous and I knew if I gave him an inch, he’d take a mile. I barely knew this man and he’d rendered me speechless with just a heated look. He turned me into a sex craved nympho. We needed to go before I thought about the power he had over me and chickened out, going back up to my bedroom to shut the door and curl up in a ball.
Strutting to him, I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him outside yelling, “Bye Arron. Love ya. See you in a couple of hours.”
Ryder linked his fingers through mine and I was surprised when he willingly let me drag him to his waiting black SUV.
I liked that Divinity ate. Any other woman I’d ever taken out had barely eaten and when they had, it had been some kind of salad. Divinity though, ordered pasta, and not the entrée size.
“So,” she said before placing a spoonful in her mouth. “Why a cop?”
Shrugging I shoved a chunk of my steak into my mouth, chewed and swallowed. “Why not? I was never into the business side of my family ventures, and my parents always said I had a hero complex. I figured it was firefighter or police. I like the police uniform better. I got handcuffs.” I wink.
Her eyes lit up and the giggle that slipped past her lips had me adjusting in my seat as my cock hardened. Her giggle and laugh are my new favorite sounds.
“I haven’t seen you in uniform.”
“I don’t wear it much anymore now I’m a detective. If you want to see me in it, all you have to do is ask.”
She rolled her eyes, bit her lip and her eyes flashed with heat. “I’d like that. Although, I’ve never really had a uniform fetish.” She shrugged. “Maybe I just don’t like military style. I’ll have to see yours though, before I make my final decision.”
“Ask and I’ll wear it whenever you want.”
“Whenever I want, huh?”
I nodded, and the cheeky grin that settled over her face had my own lips curving up and my cock going rock solid. I resisted the urge to stop eating, pick her up, and leave the restaurant to show her what she did to me, but I knew she wanted this date and we needed to get to know each other. “So, why beauty and hairdressing?”
“Why not? I have always been, no matter how hard my father tried to make me the ultimate tomboy, way too girlie. I like make-up and having my hair done. I love how people feel after they’ve had both done. A woman can go from feeling down and out to a million dollars after having her hair and make-up done. I wanted to make people feel like that. I love seeing the joy and happiness on their face. I love my job.”
“It’s good that you enjoy your job. I did try firefighting, but didn’t like it—the heat wasn’t something I could work with. I have vast respect for the men and women who can do it. I enjoy my detective work, solving problems and working on puzzles. The daily beat, when I was just a cop, wasn’t as fun, but what I do now, I like.”
“That’s good. I hear customers all the time tell me how much they hate their jobs. I’ve noticed the people that love, or even like, what they do for a living have healthier skin and hair. I’m a big believer that life is short you should enjoy it.”
Dinner had been great. Better than I thought it would be. Ryder was easy to talk to and he didn’t talk all macho, or crazy, and neither did he bore me to tears. I hadn’t expected that. I’d spoken to men who looked like Ryder before and I’d almost fallen asleep. I’d had nothing in common with them. They talked about what workout regime they were on, or in the case of military men, they talked about the hard work they were put through by arseholes just like my father. They ordered for me and assumed things about me without even asking. I’d learned my lesson. It was why I never went out with men that looked like Ryder. But Ryder had surprised me. He hadn’t talked about himself nonstop, which was something I learned super sexy, buff men liked to do, and he had listened to me and asked questions. What I liked most was that he didn’t do his he-man act and he let me order my own meal, drink, and even dessert.