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And in the meantime, here's a snippet from Wilde for You...
“Do you have a business card?”
“Is that the latest way to ask for a woman’s phone number?”
Luke’s eyes lit up the entire restaurant. “Sexy and smart. I think I’m in love.”
Sage rolled her eyes again as she reached for her purse. What the hell. The man was hot. And fun. They could have a good time playing on her mattress. She slid her card across the table and he covered her hand in his. They stared at each other, the sexual tension thick in the air. Her girly parts begged to go home with him, but the sensible side of Sage knew she couldn’t let Luke have the upper hand on their first date.
Hell, she hadn’t even agreed to a first date. She couldn’t let him control her so easily. Pulling her hand free, she motioned for the waitress and reached for her credit card. “We’re all done. Can you put the bill on my visa?”
Luke plucked the card away and dug in his pocket for his wallet, handing the waitress a few bills. “It’s on me.” The waitress looked back and forth between them and finally relented when Luke wouldn’t give up.
“Presumptuous again, are we?” She snagged her card from his hand and slid it back into its slot in her purse. “I’m quite capable of paying my own way.”
“Call me old-fashioned, then.” When the waitress returned with his change, he tossed a tip on the table and stood, offering his hand to her. She allowed him to help her up—not that she wasn’t perfectly capable of getting out of a chair on her own—and he even helped her put on her coat.
“I’m not a toddler. I can get dressed by myself, you know.”
“I’ve undressed you and dressed you today. All that’s left now is…” He didn’t fill in the blank. No need to.
She knew what would happen next, but not tonight. Sage needed to call the shots. She needed to plan the date, time, and location.
Luke escorted them out into the cold, dark night. “Which car?” She clicked the button on her key fob and her black SUV lit up.
Linking their hands together, Luke led them over to her car. Holding her gaze prisoner, he brushed his lips across hers, his hands sliding up her arms until they cupped her face, his thumbs outlining her mouth. He barely touched her, yet the light kiss turned her panties in a twist, her toes curling in her boots.
“Until next time,” he whispered in her ear and drew away, opening the car door for her. She slid into the front seat and pulled the door shut before she could register what just happened. Luke winked at her and strolled toward the other end of the parking lot, where she watched as he climbed into a full-size truck.
Obviously. No other vehicle could fit the man. Or his ego. Now that she wasn’t entranced by his soapy, manly smell, Sage could see things clearer. “The pompus ass.” How dare he show up at her business meeting. And invite himself to dinner. And kiss her senseless. Well, the kiss wasn’t that passionate. No tongue. No groping. He barely touched his lips against hers. Still, he left his mark. She’d have to spend twenty minutes in the shower washing it off.
But when she got home she didn’t shower. Instead, Sage snuggled into her pillow and pretended not to dream about her sexy firefighter.
“Do you have a business card?”
“Is that the latest way to ask for a woman’s phone number?”
Luke’s eyes lit up the entire restaurant. “Sexy and smart. I think I’m in love.”
Sage rolled her eyes again as she reached for her purse. What the hell. The man was hot. And fun. They could have a good time playing on her mattress. She slid her card across the table and he covered her hand in his. They stared at each other, the sexual tension thick in the air. Her girly parts begged to go home with him, but the sensible side of Sage knew she couldn’t let Luke have the upper hand on their first date.
Hell, she hadn’t even agreed to a first date. She couldn’t let him control her so easily. Pulling her hand free, she motioned for the waitress and reached for her credit card. “We’re all done. Can you put the bill on my visa?”
Luke plucked the card away and dug in his pocket for his wallet, handing the waitress a few bills. “It’s on me.” The waitress looked back and forth between them and finally relented when Luke wouldn’t give up.
“Presumptuous again, are we?” She snagged her card from his hand and slid it back into its slot in her purse. “I’m quite capable of paying my own way.”
“Call me old-fashioned, then.” When the waitress returned with his change, he tossed a tip on the table and stood, offering his hand to her. She allowed him to help her up—not that she wasn’t perfectly capable of getting out of a chair on her own—and he even helped her put on her coat.
“I’m not a toddler. I can get dressed by myself, you know.”
“I’ve undressed you and dressed you today. All that’s left now is…” He didn’t fill in the blank. No need to.
She knew what would happen next, but not tonight. Sage needed to call the shots. She needed to plan the date, time, and location.
Luke escorted them out into the cold, dark night. “Which car?” She clicked the button on her key fob and her black SUV lit up.
Linking their hands together, Luke led them over to her car. Holding her gaze prisoner, he brushed his lips across hers, his hands sliding up her arms until they cupped her face, his thumbs outlining her mouth. He barely touched her, yet the light kiss turned her panties in a twist, her toes curling in her boots.
“Until next time,” he whispered in her ear and drew away, opening the car door for her. She slid into the front seat and pulled the door shut before she could register what just happened. Luke winked at her and strolled toward the other end of the parking lot, where she watched as he climbed into a full-size truck.
Obviously. No other vehicle could fit the man. Or his ego. Now that she wasn’t entranced by his soapy, manly smell, Sage could see things clearer. “The pompus ass.” How dare he show up at her business meeting. And invite himself to dinner. And kiss her senseless. Well, the kiss wasn’t that passionate. No tongue. No groping. He barely touched his lips against hers. Still, he left his mark. She’d have to spend twenty minutes in the shower washing it off.
But when she got home she didn’t shower. Instead, Sage snuggled into her pillow and pretended not to dream about her sexy firefighter.
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