Can't Fix Cupid

“I’m a big fan of fucking you,” he replies.

So romantic.

I snuggle against him as he gently runs his hands up and down my thighs in a sweet caress. He’s still fully clothed and still inside of me, and I don’t want to move just yet.

But apparently the world has other ideas, because a knock sounds on his door, making me jolt upright and scramble to my feet.

“That will be our lunch,” Warren tells me, before nodding to a door on the other side of his office. “There’s a private bathroom right through there. Go ahead and clean up, and then we’ll eat together.”

I smile at him as I gather my clothing from the floor. “Sex and food? You sure know how to treat a girl, Mr

. Knight.”

He fixes himself in his pants as he strides to the door, smacking me playfully on the ass on my way to the bathroom.

I can’t even be mad at Ruby for trying to cockblock me earlier. Because if her fantasies are anything like what we just played out, I’d be jealous as hell too.

Chapter 29

Trix

After our shared lunch, Warren walks me to the lobby where his driver is waiting to take me back to the commune. After he’s helped me in the car, he braces his arm against the door frame and leans down to place a kiss on my lips.

I love how open he is with his affections. It shocks the hell out of me, considering how cold he was with other women. Knowing that he’s different with me makes all sorts of things happen to my insides.

“Let me take you to dinner tonight,” he says quietly.

I give him a sly look. “You mean a five-star restaurant, get all dolled up, classic Warren Knight date?” I tease.

His lips twitch. “Yes, but only if you want to. And this date won’t be like the others.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because I actually like you.”

My stomach flutters with ecstatic butterflies. I grab his tie and yank him down for another kiss. “Good, because I like you too,” I whisper.

He flashes me a grin. “Go home, get dressed, and my driver will take you to the restaurant at eight. I’ll meet you there.”

“It’s a date.”

He nods and then straightens up, shutting my door before he turns around to head back into his building. I nearly strain my neck from looking out the back window so that I can watch his ass as he walks away. It’s a good ass.

It’s like culture shock going from showering in Warren’s bathroom to getting ready in Blue and Bea’s tiny home bathroom. The shower is all bamboo, and so narrow that I can’t fully raise my arms while I’m standing in it. I hit my damn funny bone several times while trying to wash my armpits. And you know what? That shit is not funny.

From my shopping spree earlier, I picked out a dress that will work perfectly for tonight. So as soon as I’m showered and dried, I pull it on.

It’s dark emerald in color, and it hugs my waist and flares out at my hips, the hem hitting me mid-thigh. There’s a subtle sheen to the dark fabric, and there’s a plunging neckline that makes a perfect V nearly all the way to my belly button. But the sheer black lace sewn into this space keeps the sexiness classy. Plus, it makes my boobs look fantastic.

I comb my hair and let it air dry since I’m still useless at doing anything else to it. Then I raid Bea and Blue’s makeup drawer. I put on mascara and eyeliner, managing to only poke myself in the eye six times, which I feel is impressive for my first time.

I brush some bronzer and highlighter on, and then find a nice, dark lipstick that goes nicely with my dress. As soon as I’m ready, I pull on a pair of black booties with three inch height, and make my way out of the house with five minutes to spare.

As I’m walking down the pavers, I hear a wolf whistle.

“Whew, girl!” Hum Judy calls from where she and the others are gathered at music circle. “Knock him dead.”

I give her a smile and wave before turning and walking the rest of the way to the parking lot, where Warren’s driver is already waiting for me.