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voice when said, “Babe?” a second later.
“Um, yeah, sorry. Uh, I was just wondering what I should wear tonight? Is it a jeans and top kind of dinner, or little black dress with strappy heels? Or, should I go with something a little more relaxed than the little black dress and strappy heels, and choose a maxi dress with sandals?” I was rambling, I knew it, so I snapped my mouth shut.
“Sweetheart, I got no idea what a maxi dress is, and as badly as I’d love to see you in a little black dress with strappy heels, it pains me to say wear jeans tonight. Saying that, I know you’ll look as sexy as fuck in whatever you wear.”
“Okay, jeans it is,” I whispered, my skin tingling from his compliment.
“See you at seven, Scarlett.”
I flipped my phone shut and stared back to the outfits spread out on my bed. I decided to go with the Levi’s and the indigo top, and the strappy heels I had paired with my black dress. I walked over to my closet and took out a black blazer before setting it down and making my way to the shower.
***
It was two minutes until seven p.m. when I heard my doorbell ring. I quickly spritzed on some perfume and rushed toward it. Through the peep hole, I saw Aden. My mouth watered and I opened the door.
“Hey,” I said with a smile, feeling slightly shy. He wore heavy black boots with really faded jeans that were worn in the crotch and frayed around the hem and the pockets. His shirt was a deep forest green, button-down that he had left untucked, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It fit him just right, skimming his stomach, but tight around the bulk of his arms. Yum .
“You look… fucking stunning,” he said hoarsely, and my eyes found his face to see he was checking me out. In fact, I would go as far as to say he was eye-fucking me, and it felt incredible.
“Did you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I offered.
“Baby, if I come inside now, we won’t make it to dinner.” Damn, he was good at verbal foreplay, and I bet he wasn’t even trying.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he stated as his eyes dropped to my breasts.
“I’ll just get my purse, then,” I whispered.
I whirled around and rushed to my handbag on my kitchen counter. I slid in my cell and house keys in my purse before I slid the long strap through my arm and around my neck so it rested diagonally across my body.
“Ready,” I announced as I reached the door.
“Lock up, darlin’,” he ordered. I closed the door, checked it was locked, and then Aden closed his large hand around my small one and we walked down the path toward the sleek black Camaro parked by the curb. He used his free hand to open the door for me and then released me so I could slide in. He rounded the hood and folded himself into the driver’s seat.
“Nice car,” I murmured as the vehicle purred to life and we took off down the road. Music played lightly over the radio and I relaxed back into the comfortable leather seats, alternately watching the road and Aden as he expertly steered us through the evening traffic.
“So, you’re a prison guard? How long have you worked at South Glenn?”
“Six years,” he answered. “Before that, I worked at another prison for three years. I transferred here after a higher position was offered to me.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Wouldn’t do it if I didn’t, babe,” he replied.
A short time later, Aden parked by the curb outside a funky looking Mexican restaurant.
“You like Mexican food?”
“Who doesn’t?” I grinned.
We exited the car and Aden beeped the locks before we walked hand in hand into the restaurant. After being shown to our seats and ordering our drinks – pina colada for me, beer for Aden – we browsed the menu and gave the waitress our food order.
“Tell me about this program you’re volunteering for?” he asked before popping a tortilla chip loaded with guacamole into his
“Um, yeah, sorry. Uh, I was just wondering what I should wear tonight? Is it a jeans and top kind of dinner, or little black dress with strappy heels? Or, should I go with something a little more relaxed than the little black dress and strappy heels, and choose a maxi dress with sandals?” I was rambling, I knew it, so I snapped my mouth shut.
“Sweetheart, I got no idea what a maxi dress is, and as badly as I’d love to see you in a little black dress with strappy heels, it pains me to say wear jeans tonight. Saying that, I know you’ll look as sexy as fuck in whatever you wear.”
“Okay, jeans it is,” I whispered, my skin tingling from his compliment.
“See you at seven, Scarlett.”
I flipped my phone shut and stared back to the outfits spread out on my bed. I decided to go with the Levi’s and the indigo top, and the strappy heels I had paired with my black dress. I walked over to my closet and took out a black blazer before setting it down and making my way to the shower.
***
It was two minutes until seven p.m. when I heard my doorbell ring. I quickly spritzed on some perfume and rushed toward it. Through the peep hole, I saw Aden. My mouth watered and I opened the door.
“Hey,” I said with a smile, feeling slightly shy. He wore heavy black boots with really faded jeans that were worn in the crotch and frayed around the hem and the pockets. His shirt was a deep forest green, button-down that he had left untucked, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It fit him just right, skimming his stomach, but tight around the bulk of his arms. Yum .
“You look… fucking stunning,” he said hoarsely, and my eyes found his face to see he was checking me out. In fact, I would go as far as to say he was eye-fucking me, and it felt incredible.
“Did you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I offered.
“Baby, if I come inside now, we won’t make it to dinner.” Damn, he was good at verbal foreplay, and I bet he wasn’t even trying.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he stated as his eyes dropped to my breasts.
“I’ll just get my purse, then,” I whispered.
I whirled around and rushed to my handbag on my kitchen counter. I slid in my cell and house keys in my purse before I slid the long strap through my arm and around my neck so it rested diagonally across my body.
“Ready,” I announced as I reached the door.
“Lock up, darlin’,” he ordered. I closed the door, checked it was locked, and then Aden closed his large hand around my small one and we walked down the path toward the sleek black Camaro parked by the curb. He used his free hand to open the door for me and then released me so I could slide in. He rounded the hood and folded himself into the driver’s seat.
“Nice car,” I murmured as the vehicle purred to life and we took off down the road. Music played lightly over the radio and I relaxed back into the comfortable leather seats, alternately watching the road and Aden as he expertly steered us through the evening traffic.
“So, you’re a prison guard? How long have you worked at South Glenn?”
“Six years,” he answered. “Before that, I worked at another prison for three years. I transferred here after a higher position was offered to me.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Wouldn’t do it if I didn’t, babe,” he replied.
A short time later, Aden parked by the curb outside a funky looking Mexican restaurant.
“You like Mexican food?”
“Who doesn’t?” I grinned.
We exited the car and Aden beeped the locks before we walked hand in hand into the restaurant. After being shown to our seats and ordering our drinks – pina colada for me, beer for Aden – we browsed the menu and gave the waitress our food order.
“Tell me about this program you’re volunteering for?” he asked before popping a tortilla chip loaded with guacamole into his
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