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  “No, Emma,” she said. “If you cover those great tits of yours with a sweater, how’s he gonna be able to see how hard your nipples get when you’re cold?”

  I reached out and slapped her playfully in the arm, and both of us burst out laughing.

  “God, Chloe, you are nuts,” I joked.

  Looking and feeling sexier than I had in long time, I headed out to the Lovehouse restaurant to meet Mr. Martin Langley for our blind date.

  Chapter 3

  Declan

  “Thank you again for meeting with me on such short notice,” the short, stout, GameTime Inc. marketing rep said with an enthusiastic grin. After wiping his grubby right hand on his white cloth napkin, he offered it to me.

  “Certainly,” I replied, reaching out and giving his hand a quick, firm shake.

  The Lovehouse had always been one of my favorite restaurants. The food was spectacular and the atmosphere was very stylish and elegant. The quiet, laid-back environment made it a perfect spot for business meetings and social gatherings alike.

  On a Friday evening, however, I would much rather have been romancing a beautiful woman instead of sitting here with this chubby, balding, and implausibly annoying middle-aged marketing agent. For the majority of the meeting, I had been able to focus mainly on my delectable meal while tolerating his insufferable rantings and ravings about his company’s extraordinary first-quarter earnings and the obviously embellished projected earnings he was expecting for the remainder of the year.

  Unbeknownst to him, his inflated marketing banter was all but being wasted on me because I had no intention of investing in whatever it was he was attempting to impress me with. In fact, the only reason I had even agreed to this arduous congregation was because my father had pretty much demanded that I do so. Apparently, Mr. Stubby Balding-Head here was the nephew or cousin or something of one of my father’s business associates, and my father owed the guy a favor.

  I looked down at the Rolex on my wrist and saw that it was almost eight o’clock. The client representative sitting across from me had finally signaled the waitress and asked for the dinner bill—much to my relief.

  “Well, then, you have my card. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact me at any time—day or night,” he said eagerly, standing up to finally take his leave.

  “Will do,” I said with a nod.

  With one final, yellow-toothed grin and a weird army-like salute to the forehead, the annoying man finally picked up his briefcase and went on his way.

  After he left, I went back to the men’s room for a moment, and as I was making my way back over to the restaurant’s main bar, I noticed a woman seated at the far end of the counter, alone. She was a pretty brunette who appeared to be in her late twenties with amazingly alluring eyes and pouty lips. I was certain that I’d never seen her here before.

  Sitting with her legs crossed on one of the corner bar stools, she seemed to be looking around uneasily, and she kept pulling out her phone and looking down at it as if she was checking the time. I recognized the situation immediately. This appealing lady had obviously been stood up by someone, though I could not for the life of me understand why anyone would have stood up someone as enchanting as she appeared to be.

  My mind immediately switched into charmer mode and I headed straight over to the empty bar stool directly to her right.

  “He’s a fool, whoever he is,” I said casually, leaning against the bar and looking directly at her.

  “Excuse me?” she replied, looking up from her phone and eyeing me.

  “The idiot who stood you up,” I explained, raising my arm to signal one of the bartenders.

  “Oh,” she said quietly. “Is it really that obvious?”

  She picked up her phone and slid it into one of the outside pockets of her lavender-colored purse. That’s when I noticed her shoes, dress, and purse were all the same shade. Whoever this woman was, she had obviously put in a bit of effort to look nice for some nitwit who hadn’t even bothered to show up.

  No sense in letting such a lovely get-up go to waste, right? A slight grin began to play at the corners of my mouth.

  I could tell right away that this woman was definitely not just some average bar fly. She had poise and class, and though her dress certainly had sex appeal, it was in no way tasteless or trashy. Her earrings, necklace, and bracelet set added a nice touch to her overall look but they weren’t gaudy. Something about her was intriguing, drawing me to her.

  “I must look pretty pathetic,” she said with a deep sigh, closing the zipper on her purse.

  “Not pathetic, just pretty. In fact, you look absolutely beautiful,” I told her with a smile.

  She looked up at me and smiled back for a moment. There was a shyness in her smile, as if she was somehow unaware of exactly how stunning she truly was. This intrigued me even more, because most women as attractive as she was were snobbish and conceited. Either that or they tried to use their striking good looks to get whatever they wanted from men. Kinda funny how the instant that thought crossed my mind, an image of my flirty, blue-eyed assistant, Vivian, popped into my head.

  As I immediately shook both the thought and the image from mind, the bartender finally appeared. She was a tall, curly-haired blonde and she flashed me a friendly smile as she asked me for my drink order.

  “What can I get ya?” she asked.

  I glanced down at her nametag. It read Carrie.

  “Good evening, Carrie,” I said, returning her bubbly smile. “I’d like to buy this lady a drink.”

  I turned my head to face the pretty Lady in Lavender. She glanced up at me and then lowered her doe-like eyes.

  “Um, I really appreciate the offer, but I think I’m just gonna just go home,” she said as she pulled the strap of her purse over her shoulder and stood up.

  But there was no way I was about to let this captivating, mysterious Lavender Lady walk out and leave.

  When she rose from the bar stool, I finally got a good look at her entire figure, and I damned sure liked what I saw. She had a petite frame, but her hips were curvy and her legs were long and toned. She’d gone through so much trouble to do herself up tonight and I was determined to talk her into taking advantage of the evening.

  I immediately reached out and took her hand, firmly but gently, and she turned around and looked at me.

  “Stay,” I said with an inviting grin. “Come on, just for a little while. You obviously got dressed up hoping to have an enjoyable evening. There’s no reason that still can’t happen, right?”

  I was still holding onto her hand because she hadn’t snatched it away. I locked my eyes with hers and tried to hold her gaze but again, she looked away, shyly.

  “Oh, I don’t know…” she said hesitantly.

  “Well, were you meeting a boyfriend?” I asked.

  Her small, feminine hands were ringless, so I knew she wasn’t married or engaged, but I wanted to make sure she was completely available before I put the moves on her.

  She shook her head.

  “Listen, whoever that joker was who stood you up, perhaps it was fate. Perhaps you and I were meant to meet tonight.” I raised her hand to my lips and kissed the top of her wrist tenderly. Her hand was soft and smooth and a hint of a fruity aroma emanated from her creamy skin. “Stay—at least for a little while. Let me show you how a real man treats a lady who takes the time to get all dolled up for him.”

  A smile made its way across her face, and I knew I finally had her convinced.

  “Okay, I guess I could at least have a drink or two,” she said with a sigh. I let go of her hand and grinned triumphantly. She sat back down and placed her purse on the bar in front of her.

  “Excellent!” I said gladly, clapping my hands together in delight. “So, what’ll it be? You can have whatever you want, tonight, milady. Splurge and enjoy yourself.”

  Her smile widened. “I’d love a glass of white wine,” she said cheerily, and I could tell that her mood was al
ready lightening.

  “This woman has class,” I told the bartender proudly. “A glass of your finest wine, please. In fact, just bring us the whole bottle.” I pulled out my black card and placed it on the counter.

  “You got it, sir!” Carrie said with a wink. She picked up the card, looking quite impressed. “Would you like me to open a tab?”

  “Absolutely,” I replied. I then turned my attention back to Lady Lavender. “I’m Declan, by the way. And you are—?”

  “Emma. Emma Shaw,” she replied.

  “You know, Emma, I come here quite a bit, but I’ve never seen you before. Are you from around here?” I asked.

  “I’ve lived here a few years. I’m originally from a small town down south. I moved out here after college and started teaching third grade at the local elementary school.”

  “A schoolteacher, eh? A very respectable gig, I must say,” I replied. “You must have a lot of patience.”

  “I guess,” she replied shyly. “I’ve always loved working with children, though. I think I’d like to have a couple of my own someday.”

  She was family-oriented. My dad would love that.

  Just then, Carrie arrived with our bottle of wine, which she poured into two glasses.

  “Thanks,” I told her. I nudged a glass toward Emma. “To chance meetings.”

  Emma took a sip and gave me a small smile, like maybe she was warming up to the idea of spending more time with me.

  “So how do you like it out here in the city? It’s a big change from the country life, right?” I asked after taking a sip of my drink.

  “Yes, it certainly is,” she replied with a nervous chuckle. She took another sip of her wine. “I thought New York would be a nice place to finally settle down and have a family one day, but, unfortunately, my ex-fiancé and I didn’t work out, so…” Her voice trailed off.

  “Well, I’m sorry to hear that things didn’t work out for you the way you originally planned,” I said with sincerity. “I’m not seeing anyone, either. I feel like it’s been hard for me to meet the ‘right woman’ in the city.”

  “What? A handsome, stylish, charming guy like you? I find that kind of hard to believe,” she replied with a giggle.

  After a few glasses of expensive white wine, Emma really began to open up a bit.

  “I really do love it here in the city,” she said as she finished off her fourth glass of wine. “There used to be this one little Italian bakery right down the street from the school I work at. They had the most amazing cannolis!”

  “You mean Sanello’s Sweetery? Yeah, I had them cater a couple of events a few years back.” I poured her a fifth glass.

  “Really? Oh, they were wonderful! But they closed down last year. I was so bummed,” she said solemnly. “The only other thing I’ve ever wanted to do other than teach is bake. I used to love making cookies, cakes, and pies with my grandmother when I was younger. I even used to fantasize about having my own bakery.” She giggled as she reminisced and I found her genuine zest for life very refreshing.

  Chapter 4

  Emma

  For a rich, handsome, playboy kind of guy, Declan sure seemed really down-to-earth. By the third or fourth glass of wine, I was damned-near putty in his hands. He really did show me a great time and he kept complimenting my eyes, my smile, and my legs, which made me feel sexier and more appealing than I had felt in quite a long time. He even bought me dinner—something ridiculously expensive that I can’t even begin to even pronounce, but it was the most delicious, delectable meal I’d ever eaten.

  After my fifth glass of wine, we took a romantic stroll around Central Park. It was actually a pretty warm night for early April in New York but when he saw me rubbing my arms from the slight chill of the night air, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. He stopped to pick a flower out of one of the flower beds in the park and put it in my hair.

  “Was that corny?” he asked me with a grin.

  “It was actually really sweet,” I told him pleasantly.

  “There’s a spot in this city that I personally feel is one of the most amazing views of the entire area,” he said softly. “It’s absolutely incredible. I would really like to show it to you.”

  I was having such an enjoyable time in his company that I honestly wasn’t ready for our evening to end. The shy, sheltered part of me wanted to say no, but then the words of my best friend Chloe suddenly crept into my head:

  You need to go out and enjoy yourself! Have some fun for once in your life!

  Before I even had a chance to answer, he was already leading me toward the front of the restaurant.

  “Black Rolls Royce,” I heard him tell the valet standing just outside the entrance.

  Holy shit, this guy must really be loaded. Black card, $500 bottles of wine, $150 dinner, and he drove a black Rolls Royce? Nice and rich. This was almost too good to be true.

  In the back of my mind, I was thinking about how Chloe would be reacting if I’d told her about Declan. She would be in my ear telling me to take a chance and that this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

  The valet pulled the car up and handed Declan his keys. Then he opened the door for me and I climbed into the passenger seat.

  I had never in my life been inside of a Rolls Royce. It was quite impressive. He had a customized leather interior with all of the bells and whistles I could imagine. It was almost like riding inside of a mini-limousine.

  “Are you comfortable?” he asked, glancing over at me with his deep, captivating blue eyes.

  I nodded and flashed him a warm smile. He stepped on the gas and we were off into the night.

  Less than fifteen minutes later, we pulled up into the parking garage of an incredibly fancy, glamorous-looking high-rise building. I was completely and totally astonished when I saw it. It was so tall—I mean, it looked like there were literally like a hundred fucking floors, at least. Standing outside the front of the building, I couldn’t even see all the way up to the top floor from the ground.

  “Usually, there’s a doorman here,” Declan said as he opened the front door to the building. “But he leaves in the evening.”

  He held the door for me as I walked inside and then I followed him over to the elevator. The lobby was exquisitely decorated with stone statues and a huge chandelier on the ceiling. I could tell right away that this had to be a building where very affluent people lived.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as we stepped onto the elevator.

  “It’s a surprise,” he said sweetly, taking me by the hand.

  “All right,” I said. “I just need to call my friend and let her know where I am, and who I’m with.”

  He gave me space to make my call. When we got off the elevator, we were on the top floor of the building.

  “Okay, now close your eyes,” he said sternly.

  “Really? Why?” I asked with a giggle.

  “Because, like I said—it’s a surprise,” he explained.

  “Okay,” I said, closing my eyes.

  He led me down a hall and around a few corners. I kept giggling and he kept telling me not to peek. I assured him that I wasn’t peeking. Eventually, he opened a door and I could feel the wind blowing. I knew we were outside again.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, walking slowly out into the night air.

  “Not yet,” he said. “Just a little farther.”

  We took a few more steps and finally, he let go of my hand and told me I could open my eyes.

  “Oh, my God!” I exclaimed as soon as I opened them. We were standing out on some kind of veranda on the roof. The view of the city was absolutely breathtaking.

  “Nice, right?” he said, glancing over at me.

  I cupped my hands to my face and my mouth dropped open. “It’s beautiful!”

  I had never seen the city from so high up and it was truly spectacular. I could literally see for miles. Nightfall had arrived and the entire city was lit up like the fourth of July.
The brightness from the windows of the tall, elegant buildings illuminated the night sky and the headlights of the vehicles driving around on the streets below added even more radiance to the sight.

  “I come out here sometimes just to clear my head,” he explained.

  “Thank you,” I said, looking over at him adoringly.

  “For what?” he asked, moving in closer to me.

  “For keeping your word. You really did give me a date I’ll never forget,” I told him.

  He pulled me in closer to him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. Completely entranced by the moment, I wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips met. He was a wonderful kisser. I parted my lips willingly as our kiss deepened and his tongue slid into my mouth. I let out a soft moan as he pulled me closer and his hands found the small of my back.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he said.

  I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a command but at that moment, I no longer cared.

  “Okay,” I said softly.

  He swept me up in his arms and carried me back to the elevator. A few minutes later, we were in his condo.

  His place was immaculate. He had a huge television—it had to be at least seventy or eighty inches—and a black leather living room set with matching tables and lamps. His large, spacious kitchen featured an island with a marble countertop and matching stools and a flat-top electric stove with black lights hanging down from the ceiling. It was definitely the ultimate bachelor pad of a wealthy businessman. I’d never seen anything like it before.

  He led me to his bedroom, where he had a king-sized bed and black and platinum bedroom furniture. There was another big flat-screen television on the wall across the room and an extravagant glow-in-the-dark fish tank with exotic aquatic inhabitants swimming around inside.

  It was mind-blowing. I couldn’t help but think about how nice it must be to come home to such beautiful, elegant surroundings.