I tug on the collar of the dress I’m wearing.
I only own a few, and since today was a special occasion, I decided to dress up.
I had a lunch date with Mrs. Ducat. She asked me to join her at the Waldorf. It happened once before, so I was quick to say yes. I brought a small bouquet of white roses for her, and she picked up the tab for the delicious meal.
We talked about flowers, her late husband, and her upcoming Caribbean cruise.
I could tell that she needed the company when she asked me yesterday if I liked the food at the Waldorf.
“Here you go.” Liam shoves a glass of chilled water into my palm.
I swallow it down in three gulps. The entire time I keep my gaze trained to his face.
I watch him drink his water. His bicep bulges as he lifts the glass to his mouth. When he works on a swallow, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.
He’s pure masculine rawness.
I move around him to set my empty glass on the edge of the coffee table.
Nerves jitter inside me, bouncing around. I push my hair back from my forehead, wishing that I had tied it up before class tonight.
“Are you as hot as me?”
That turns me back around to face him.
Oh my God.
He’s yanked the hem of his T-shirt up to reveal perfectly sculpted abs.
“Would you mind if I took this off?” he growls with a glint in his eye. “No pressure for you to do the same, but I’m about to pass out.”
I nod because every word I’ve ever learned is stuck in my throat.
He tugs on the back of the shirt. Before I know it, it’s on the floor.
I knew he was gorgeous, but this is incredible.
His body looks like it belongs to a Greek God who has been carved in stone. His tattoos reach over his chest in a blend of grays and blacks. A thin line of hair trails from his belly button, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
He toes out of his boots and then drops his socks.
He rakes his hair until it’s a messy blend of blond and brown around his face.
One hand drops to his stomach. “I still have that questionable candy bar in the drawer if you’re hungry.”
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
“Good.” He pops a brow. “Tell me what you want to do, Athena.”
Touch you.
I fist my hands together at my sides because it wouldn’t be fair for me to run my fingers all over his perfect body while I’m still fully dressed.
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sp; “We can watch Netflix. Or talk or kiss.” The last word leaves his lips wrapped in a soft smile.
I step out of one of my shoes, and then the other. “We can do all three.”