Oddly enough, his eyes filled with approval. “Smart girl, not trusting me with your address yet.”
“It’s a moot point since I’ll be coming straight from work.”
“Sounds like a long day.”
“New job,” I explained.
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “Then I guess you’d better give me your phone number, just in case something comes up and you can’t make it.”
I cocked my head to the side and narrowed my eyes at him. “Wouldn’t that mean I’d need your number so I could call you and not the other way around?”
“I’ll send you mine as soon as you give me yours,” he smirked.
“Fine,” I huffed good-naturedly and rattled off my number. He typed it in, his fingers flying over the keys. My phone buzzed a moment later with a text message notification. Pulling it out of my purse, I was surprised by what he’d sent me.
See you at 7. Dinner at Charleston. Jax.
“I might be new to town, but from what I’ve heard Charleston is a special occasion kind of restaurant.”
I watched as he uncoiled from his chair and prowled around the table to pull mine back and help me up with his hand at my elbow. “It’s our first date.”
“And that makes it a special occasion?” When his hand slid around to my lower back, my voice came out shaky.
We’d made it to the front door, and when his free hand reached out, I expected him to open it. Instead, he tugged on my shoulder and pulled me into him. His head dropped down, his mouth covering mine in a kiss. My lips parted in surprise, and he took full advantage. My thoughts scattered as his tongue swirled slowly in my mouth. Just as my legs began to shake, he lifted his head and stared down at me. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
It was going to be way more than just dinner if I wasn’t careful, that’s what I thought.
Chapter 2
Jax
I’d been told my whole life that I was born a smooth talker. I coaxed a kiss out of Jenny Palmer in kindergarten, even though she swore she hated boys. As a teenager, charming my way out of trouble was common place. In college, I was king of the campus. Women wanted to fuck me and men wanted to be my best friend.
I realized how arrogant that sounded, but it wasn’t like I was a manwhore (well, maybe in high-school, but you have to cut my over-active teenage libido some slack) or used my talents to blur the lines between right and wrong. It was simply fact. A fact that made me a damn good lawyer. One who’d only lost a handful of cases in the decade I’d been practicing law.
When I met Natalie, for the first time in a long while, I changed the focus of my charm from judges, juries, and opposing counsel, to a beautiful woman. With her long, honey-blonde hair in some kind of twist, her elegant neck was exposed and immediately I had a craving to run my tongue along every line. Her eyes were hidden by adorable, small, rectangular, black-framed glasses, perched on her small, upturned nose. High cheek bones and luscious lips that were pink from being chewed on as she stared hard at the paperwork in front of her. All attached to a modest but mouthwatering pair of breasts, pressing against her white silk blouse, a tiny waist, and endless, tan legs that stretched out from her thigh length skirt.
I’d managed to tap into my talents to procure her phone number and a date. When she entered the restaurant, she took my breath away and for a moment, I worried that I’d lost my powers. But, I was drawn to her like a magnet seeking its other half and as I met her at the door, I felt my confidence return. Thank fuck. Though, it was a close call when she finally looked up, and I momentarily lost all ability to think or even breathe as I drowned in the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen.
Natalie Gardner. Even her name was sexy. We spent the night getting to know each other. I wasn’t really surprised, but definitely happy to find that she was as sweet and beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Her wry sense of humor had me laughing, while her body had me on the edge of coming far too often.
Learning we shared the same profession only made everything seem so much more perfect. It didn’t take long for me to be convinced. Natalie was the woman I didn’t know I’d been waiting for. I hadn’t recognized the void in my life until it was suddenly filled by her.
There was a moment of panic when she mentioned what law firm she’d recently started at. Smith, Yates, and Warren. Fuck. I’d spent my early career with them, back when it was only Smith and Yates. Things went south, and I ended up leaving to start my own firm. Circumstances being what they were, I took most of my clients with me, so there was a lot of bad blood between us.