I clear my throat. “So...do we have a deal?”
I don’t think Brody’s grin could get any bigger. “I will definitely take that deal. Shall we seal it with a kiss? I’ll even let you choose. The lips on your face...or the lips on your—”
I slam my hand over his mouth. “I get it, perv.” I pull my hand away when he nibbles my palm. “Nothing’s happening tonight, stud. I have to be at work in six hours and medicine requires being alert.”
His jaw drops open. “Seriously?”
I bite back a laugh at his shocked expression. “Seriously.”
“Are you sure?”
This time my laughter breaks through. “I’m sure, Brody. Do you have plans tomorrow night?”
“I’m watching football at Drew’s but I will definitely skip out early if you give me a reason to.”
“Okay. I’ll be starving by the time I get off work. Can you meet me at Tang’s Wok over on Third and Pike around seven?”
“I will meet you at the fucking Eiffel Tower if you ask me to.”
“You’re not playing very hard to get, are you?”
“Fuck, no!” he says. “And I don’t give a rat’s ass how pussy whipped that makes me look. I’m still not convinced this isn’t a dream. I’m sure as hell not going to do anything to screw it up in case it’s not.”
I bite my bottom lip to conceal my smile. “Okay, it’s settled then. After we fill our bellies, we can come back here and work off the calories.” I squeal when he grabs my hips and yanks me into him. “What are you—”
He silences me by slamming his lips against mine. Brody takes a step forward, forcing me to walk backwards until I’m pressed up against the door. His muscular body pins me against the wood as his large hands cup my jaw possessively. When he pushes his tongue into my mouth, I’m a goner. This isn’t the first time that we’ve kissed, but it’s more carnal than it was before. I’m breathless and dizzy, burning with desire. Just when I’m about to beg him to rip my clothes off, he pulls back, wearing the biggest cat-that-ate-the-canary grin that I’ve ever seen.
“What was that?” I pant.
“That was a preview for tomorrow night.” I step aside as Brody turns the doorknob. As he’s stepping over the threshold, he adds, “Sweet dreams, princess.”
Gobsmacked. That’s what I am right now as I watch his cocky, swaggering self, step into the elevator without looking back. Oh lord, what am I getting myself into? If one kiss has me so discombobulated, what will I be like when we actually do the deed?
Chapter Thirty
RAINEY
“Shit! I’m so late!”
I’m supposed to meet Brody for dinner in ten minutes but instead, I’m rooting through my purse looking for my keys. “Where the hell are you, you little bastards?”
It’s going to take at least twenty minutes to walk there. I grab my cell off the counter and pull up my Uber app. I try walking whenever possible because downtown parking is an absolute bitch, but in times like this, Uber is my BFF. The app tells me my driver will be here in five minutes so I resume digging through my bag. Why do all purses have built-in black holes? I swear it doesn’t matter; big or small, every handbag I’ve ever owned has the ability to swallow something I really need. And the most annoying part is that when I do finally find said item, it’s somewhere I’ve already looked three times! It’s more mystifying than socks disappearing in the dryer.
“Finally!” I shout when my finger loops through the keyring.
I fling open my door and shriek when I see the man standing in the hallway.
“Hi, darlin’,” he says with a wink. “It’s about time. I’ve been waiting for you to come out for twenty minutes.”
“What are you doing here, Brody? You were supposed to meet me at the restaurant.”
He holds up a brown bag. “I was already there. I thought takeout might be a better option.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You did, huh? And why would you think that?”
He raises his other hand, producing a DVD case. “Dinner and a movie.”
I smirk when I see which movie he’s picked out. “Top Gun, huh?”