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I hadn’t expected to see him again so soon.
Two days after our night together, Jake texted me mid-morning, surprising me. The text went; Dinner tonight? I want to see you. And kiss you. A lot.
I smiled so hard my coworker asked if I was drunk. Honestly, it felt a little like I was. By the time I stepped out of the cab and saw him waiting outside the restaurant dressed in a leather jacket and black shirt with pants, and a sexy - as - hell smirk, my stomach fluttered like I was seventeen.
He looked… different. Not bad-different. Just… sharper. There was a swagger in how he stood, hands in his pockets, one foot crossed over the other like he owned the sidewalk.
“You look incredible,” he said as I approached.
I wasn’t wearing anything special. I was in a fitted red dress and boots, but
