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pulled on her black matte pumps and did one final check in the mirror. Now she just needed her date to arrive.
Chapter Eight
Porter
Porter had spent the day doing anything he could think of to keep himself busy, but nothing he did could keep his mind off of Ella. He thought about everything from the way she smelled, to the way he instinctively wanted to protect her, but mostly he thought about how crazy it was that he felt any of this three days after meeting her. As he pulled up to her house, he definitely started to feel a little nervous. He couldn’t remember the last time a date had been this important to him, or a woman, for that matter. He knew Ella was different; he could feel it. He was a few minutes early, but got out of his car and headed to her door. He stopped as he saw his reflection in the window by her front door and did a check to make sure he looked all right. He hadn’t spent a whole lot of time getting ready but he was confident he looked acceptable. He had chosen his dark jeans, a white shirt, and a black suit jacket. It was simple, but he really didn’t have the tolerance for anything fancy. Besides, he was sure if he was going anywhere with Ella, no one would be looking at him anyway. He made it to her door and rang the bell. He listened for any indication that she was coming and eventually heard the tell-tale sound of heels on stairs. A few seconds later she opened the door and Porter felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him.
It was over for him and he knew it. Ella stood before him, and unlike any other woman he’d ever seen. She managed to be absolutely sexy, thoroughly beautiful, and was completely unaware of it. She looked at him and he knew she w aiting for his reaction, hoping he approved of her. He slowly let his eyes roam from her head, all the way to her feet and up again. Porter managed to clear his throat and say, “You’re going to kill me with that dress, Ella.” She blushed and then to add insult to injury, she did a turn.
“It’s just a dress, Porter. Is it ok for what we’re doing tonight?” She said as she finished her spin. Porter wasn’t sure how to answer, because every thought he was having started and ended with her body, and what her dress did to it.
“You look amazing. I’m not even sure amazing covers it.” Porter saw the familiar pink rush to Ella’s cheeks and decided it was best to just leave instead of standing on the porch and staring at her all night. “You ready to go?”
“Yep. Where are we going?”
“I thought we could go out for dinner and drinks. Ever been to Inn at the Spanish Head?” He saw Ella smile.
“I haven’t been there myself, but I remember when I was younger my parents would go away for the weekends to the coast and they would stay there. I always thought it sounded grown-up and fancy.”
“Well, it has a really nice restaurant. Hopefully it will live up to your expectations.” He waited for Ella to lock the door and then they walked to his truck. He o pened the door for her and then after she was safely inside, he closed the door and went to his side. As his truck made its way onto the main road Porter stole a glance over at Ella and felt himself smiling. She was looking out of her window at the ocean and she looked completely relaxed. Her hair was pulled around to the opposite side and from his view all he could focus on was the bare skin of her neck. The gentle slope from behind her ear, to where her neck met her shoulder, to the delicate lace that covered her bare skin; it was all he could do to keep from running a finger along it. He could only imagine how soft her skin felt there and he thought it probably felt a lot like silk. The more he thought about her, the more images popped into his mind. First his finger was along her neck, then his mouth, slowly moving along the curve she
Chapter Eight
Porter
Porter had spent the day doing anything he could think of to keep himself busy, but nothing he did could keep his mind off of Ella. He thought about everything from the way she smelled, to the way he instinctively wanted to protect her, but mostly he thought about how crazy it was that he felt any of this three days after meeting her. As he pulled up to her house, he definitely started to feel a little nervous. He couldn’t remember the last time a date had been this important to him, or a woman, for that matter. He knew Ella was different; he could feel it. He was a few minutes early, but got out of his car and headed to her door. He stopped as he saw his reflection in the window by her front door and did a check to make sure he looked all right. He hadn’t spent a whole lot of time getting ready but he was confident he looked acceptable. He had chosen his dark jeans, a white shirt, and a black suit jacket. It was simple, but he really didn’t have the tolerance for anything fancy. Besides, he was sure if he was going anywhere with Ella, no one would be looking at him anyway. He made it to her door and rang the bell. He listened for any indication that she was coming and eventually heard the tell-tale sound of heels on stairs. A few seconds later she opened the door and Porter felt as if the floor had dropped out from under him.
It was over for him and he knew it. Ella stood before him, and unlike any other woman he’d ever seen. She managed to be absolutely sexy, thoroughly beautiful, and was completely unaware of it. She looked at him and he knew she w aiting for his reaction, hoping he approved of her. He slowly let his eyes roam from her head, all the way to her feet and up again. Porter managed to clear his throat and say, “You’re going to kill me with that dress, Ella.” She blushed and then to add insult to injury, she did a turn.
“It’s just a dress, Porter. Is it ok for what we’re doing tonight?” She said as she finished her spin. Porter wasn’t sure how to answer, because every thought he was having started and ended with her body, and what her dress did to it.
“You look amazing. I’m not even sure amazing covers it.” Porter saw the familiar pink rush to Ella’s cheeks and decided it was best to just leave instead of standing on the porch and staring at her all night. “You ready to go?”
“Yep. Where are we going?”
“I thought we could go out for dinner and drinks. Ever been to Inn at the Spanish Head?” He saw Ella smile.
“I haven’t been there myself, but I remember when I was younger my parents would go away for the weekends to the coast and they would stay there. I always thought it sounded grown-up and fancy.”
“Well, it has a really nice restaurant. Hopefully it will live up to your expectations.” He waited for Ella to lock the door and then they walked to his truck. He o pened the door for her and then after she was safely inside, he closed the door and went to his side. As his truck made its way onto the main road Porter stole a glance over at Ella and felt himself smiling. She was looking out of her window at the ocean and she looked completely relaxed. Her hair was pulled around to the opposite side and from his view all he could focus on was the bare skin of her neck. The gentle slope from behind her ear, to where her neck met her shoulder, to the delicate lace that covered her bare skin; it was all he could do to keep from running a finger along it. He could only imagine how soft her skin felt there and he thought it probably felt a lot like silk. The more he thought about her, the more images popped into his mind. First his finger was along her neck, then his mouth, slowly moving along the curve she
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