Loyal Lawyer - Jeannine Colette Page 0,18
telling?
Eagerly awaiting …
It’s refreshing to text with a man who is confident enough not to play games or be coy. He sees what he likes and goes for it. He texts again before I can respond.
I’m working late this week on a big case and want to make plans with you before I get too busy to ask. Are you available next Friday?
You’re sweet. Next Friday sounds great.
Then, it’s a date.
I set down my phone and look up, only to see Shawn staring at me with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” I ask and then turn around to get back to work, not really wanting him to answer.
“Hot date?” He walks over to me and leans against the counter, so he’s facing me.
I normally don’t discuss my personal life with Shawn even though I know his entire life, but Charity was at work last night, and I’m dying to tell someone about my date.
“Yes, actually.” I blush, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
“Lawyer?”
“Yes. We went out after he helped me get out of my lease, and he just asked me out again.”
“Damn, girl. Look at you. Getting the attention of some high-class attorney. When’s the date?”
“Next Friday.” I turn to head into my office to grab the address I’m supposed to mail these to even though I don’t need it right this second. I just don’t want to hear—
“As in next week?” He follows me into the office.
I try to act nonchalant. “Yes, he has a busy schedule, and he said he wanted to—”
“Pencil you in?”
“Oh, stop. I think it’s considerate and cute. He wanted to make sure he had something to look forward to since he’s working on a big case.”
“Interesting plan. He keeps the girls waiting and wanting more. Do you think I could get away with that? Maybe say I have a huge order we need to get out?”
I laugh. “Sorry, Shawn. No one will believe chocolate is that busy of a job, no matter how much I want it to be.”
Shawn was right when he said having the date planned that far out would keep me waiting and wanting more. Every day, I looked at the calendar, counting down the nights until I got to see him again. I swear it was the longest week of my life.
Now that it’s Friday, I can’t wait until tonight. I haven’t been this excited for a day to come since I was a little girl, waiting on Christmas to arrive.
Sebastian texted late last night, saying he was at work but wanted to make sure we were still on. When I responded, I got so giddy that I had to make myself a drink to calm down my excitement.
Then, he called this morning, saying to be ready by six and he’d pick me up to go to Ocean Prime—the fanciest steak house in the city.
I’m wearing my sexiest red dress with black pumps and a necklace that draws attention to my décolletage—one of my favorite parts of my body.
Not wanting to explain having to go through the gym or have him walk through the alley, I decide to wait out front for him to arrive.
An exotic black car pulls up. The purr of the engine is so low that it’s almost silent. I glance in to see Sebastian putting it in park and unbuckling his seat belt before hopping out. Since he’s not expecting me to be standing here, he’s caught off guard, and he stops in his tracks when he sees me.
The expression on his face is one I’ve only seen in movies. Those chocolate eyes move down my body like silk coating my skin. From my shoulders, down the curve of my waist, and over my hips, lowering from one leg to the other, all with pure appreciation of the person standing in front of him.
And that person is me.
“You look amazing,” he says breathlessly.
A grin spreads across my face. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
I reach out my hand and lightly tug on the blue designer button-up that fits his body like a glove. Sebastian has always presented himself well, but in this shirt, I can see the definition of his broad chest, fit torso, and the curve of his biceps.
He escorts me to the passenger side and opens the door like a true gentleman.
“What kind of car is this?” I ask as I slide in. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“A BMW i8. It’s fully electric and a blast to drive.”
He shuts the door and