Chapter 6
Elle
I look in the mirror at the newest outfit I’ve picked out and decide it will have to do. I’m already a half an hour late for work and I haven’t even left my apartment yet. My bed is littered with clothes, haphazardly thrown all over the place. I must have tried on ten outfits this morning. I feel like a teenager. I never give much thought to what I wear to work or my dates with William. I have nice clothes and William and I make an easy transition from work to dinner. He removes his tie and jacket and unbuttons his top two buttons. I take off my suit jacket. But I’m not dressing for William today.
I want to look sexy tonight. I know I shouldn’t care what I wear on my non-date dinner with Nico Hunter, but in the pit of my stomach I do care. I see desire in his eyes and it fuels me. I like that I can put it there, even though I don’t want to. I take one last look in the mirror and like what I see. I have on a cream colored pencil skirt that hugs my body and comes a few inches above my knee. I’ve paired it with a soft pink, completely see-through blouse with a nude colored cami underneath. Because the cami is nude, it’s not entirely clear if I have anything on underneath without a closer inspection. I topped off the outfit with nude heels. They’re higher than I usually wear to the office, but because they match my skin color, there is no break from my leg to my foot, which makes my already long legs look longer.
I get the reaction I hoped for when I walk into the office, only the reaction comes from Regina and not the man I dressed for this morning.
“You look hot, Elle.”
I smile at Regina. I’m a little embarrassed that I dressed for a man, but Regina is my friend and won’t judge me. “Thank you, Regina.” I give her a gratuitous twirl in the lobby.
“You’re going to make that man wag his tail and hang his tongue out of the side of his mouth for the whole date.”
Regina’s words make me smile, but then I force myself to slam back down to reality. “It’s not a date.” My face is serious and I use my best scolding lawyer voice.
“Whatever.” Regina smiles.
“It’s not.” I know she’s pacifying me.
“I’m not arguing with you. If you say it’s not a date, then it’s not a date.” Regina’s smile never leaves her face.
“Good, because it’s not.” I stroll past Regina and head to my office. I have a million things to do, and now, due to my playing dress up this morning, I have an hour less to do them in.
I’m happy everyone has already left when Nico walks in the door right at seven. I’m putting files on Regina’s desk as I catch a glimpse of him on the sidewalk through the glass front door. He’s wearing jeans and a dress shirt and I feel my heart rate increase as he walks into the lobby. The man is sexy. Not beautiful or handsome, those words are too generic to describe what he is. Sexy. Sensual. Rough. All man.
“Hey.” He smiles at me with that lopsided grin and for a second I feel my knees go weak. The man makes me feel like a teenage schoolgirl. I can’t remember the last time I felt like that. Yes, I do remember, I was a teenager.
“Hi.” I smile at him. I swear his smile is contagious, I just see it and my mouth mirrors his in response.
“I just need a minute to shut down my computer.” Nico nods and I step around Regina’s desk. The front reception had been hiding my body and I’m still looking at him when he catches the first glimpse of my outfit. I watch his face change and it makes my day of running around to make up the hour that I was late this morning all worth it. I head down the hall to my office and steal a glimpse back at him as I turn to enter my door. He’s watched me from behind as I walked. He doesn’t see the smirk on my face as I go into my office to get ready to leave.#p#分页标题#e#
I lock up the front door and wait for Nico to show me the way to his car. But instead he walks forward to the motorcycle parked at the curb in front of the building and hands me a helmet with a devilish smile. Really? Who picks up a date on a motorcycle?
“Umm...I can drive.” I offer, thinking maybe he doesn’t own a car. With gas being the price that it is and living in a city with a good public transportation system, it might even be practical to have a motorcycle instead of a car.
“Have you ever ridden before?”
“No.”
“Are you afraid?” He seems genuinely concerned that I might be.
“No.” I’m actually not, although I probably should be.
He smiles and there I go again, responding in kind. “Good, then get on.”