One More Time

Things were finally working out the way they should have all those years ago, and I sighed as a smile crossed my face. I needed to get a head start on those errands.

If I made it to Chanel’s place quickly enough, I could perch myself between her legs while she worked.

CHAPTER 39

CHANEL

“A double date,” I said. “Tommy wants to go on a double date.”

“That’s what he said. Tommy called me and said he wanted us all to do a double date.”

“Are you sure Ana isn’t the one calling it a date and making him say that in the process?” I asked.

“I’m sure. The first time they went out last week, Tommy called it a date too. Which isn’t odd for him, but it is odd for him to pick the girl up and take her out more than once.”

“So, he’s never actually dated a girl before,” I said.

“Come on. You’ve met Tommy. Does that statement really shock you?”

“I mean, if they want to do it, then I’m all for it. Do you think it’ll be weird?”

“Why would it be weird?” Rhett asked.

“I don’t know. It was just a question.”

“I think we’ll all have fun tonight,” he said.

“Tonight?”

“When did you think I was talking about?”

“I don’t know. Saturday? Next week sometime? If you want me to go out tonight, I’ve got to get on a roll with writing. I’ve got a lot to do today.”

“Then quit talking and get to writing,” he said with a grin. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“You’re not staying with me today?” I asked.

“If I do, you’ll never get anything done, and you know it.”

I smiled at Rhett, and then he kissed me before he left my apartment. Things with us were going well, even though it had only been a few days. He popped by with the spare key whenever he felt like it, and it always resulted in putting my work on hold. He was just so hard to resist, and sometimes, I needed a healthy dose of my muse to get my thoughts in order.

I worked through the rest of the day, updating my blog and working on a few projects. I was almost done with my research for the Miami Herald article, which meant I could start my week next week with drafting the first run of it. The sooner I could get that to them, the more time we had to tailor it down, and I wanted this piece to hit home for the city of Miami.

It was astounding, the number of homeless children this city had, and it was unacceptable to me that no one was doing something about the crisis.

I finished up my work and began getting ready for the night ahead. Tommy had put together a double date for the four of us, a night out at his favorite bar getting drinks and wings. My stomach was growling as I was getting ready, and I was slipping my shoes on as I heard my front door open. I stood in the doorway of my bedroom, waiting for Rhett to come around the corner and see me.

And when he did, his jaw dropped to the floor.

“Holy shit, Chanel. Where did that outfit come from?”

“You like it?” I asked.

I held out my arms and twirled around as his eyes raked over my body. I had gotten bold the other day and bought a new outfit, one I knew Rhett would love ripping off my body. It was a pair of high-waisted jeans that accentuated the dip in my waist and a crop top that cut dangerously low on my chest. There was a bit of skin on my midriff showing, and I paired it all with a pair of heels. Peep-toe black heels with bows on the front of them that flexed my legs and rounded out my toned ass.

I could see Rhett salivating as my eyes connected with his again.

“So, what do you think?” I asked.