[from part of chapter 4]
Pru was excited and nervous all at the same time. She was about to have her first date with James. Who was this tall, gorgeous attorney who seemed besotted with her? He had swept Pru off of her feet in an instant and she waited with bated breath for his call to confirm their plans. She decided to meet him at the restaurant rather than having him pick her up. She was more comfortable with that arrangement.
Standing across from the large ornate mirror at the entrance of the bar, she checked her hair and lipstick. Perfect. She felt good. She looked good, too, in her cute denim jacket over her clingy dress she snagged at a consignment shop. She had trouble deciding if she wanted to wear her sandals with the four inch heel or her peep-toe summer booties with a more modest height. She opted for the latter but wondered if she was too understated.
She was early but she wanted to get there first to watch him walk in. James was the kind of man she could look at all day and still want to look some more. She decided to wait at the bar, enjoying a robust red wine.
“Am I late?”
She looked up and smiled. Doggonit, I missed it. I wanted to see him walk in.
“No. Right on time.” Her pulse was racing. He noticed her empty wine glass and ordered two more — one was for him, of course.
“You look dazzling,” he said.
The waiter came to escort them to their table. As James grabbed their glasses of wine that the bartender sat on the bar, Pru noticed how masculine he was, so raw and so big.
“Are you hungry?” she asked after they were seated.
He looked at her, his eyes slowly roving her body from her waist up to her sultry hazel eyes lingering briefly at her full lips. He lifted an eyebrow, “for what’s on the menu, you mean?”
She couldn’t believe she was blushing. She felt flushed and giddy. “Yes,” she said without looking at him.
“Well, I suppose. Unless you’re offering something that I can’t find on the menu.”
Damn, she thought. What have I gotten myself into?
He was irresistible but her vow of celibacy was more important than the lust that was rushing through her veins at the moment.
“Will you excuse me,” she said. “I need to go to the little girl’s room.”
As she stood, he got up so quickly she was startled. He placed his hand on the small of her back just below her denim jacket. She felt the warmth of his hand radiating through her dress. God, it’s hot in here, she thought. She looked up at him, his gaze locked on her.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
He watched her walk away, admiring her smooth gait as her hips swung slightly from side to side.
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Genre - Romance, Interracial
Rating – PG13
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