The only problem was, she couldn’t get those feet to move, her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure her whole floor could hear it. Desperately she whipped out her trusty cell phone. “Help!” she moaned to Maggie.
“Listen girl, if you don’t get moving, I will personally come and drag you to him, kicking and screaming if I must!” her pal replied. Her voice was strident enough to get her moving hurriedly.
Jason was waiting for her, looking crisp and handsome and incredibly nice. As he got an eyeful of her, she could literally see his jaw drop. “You look fabulous,” he breathed. Gripping her hands, he brought them to his lips, and kissed them gallantly, sending little frissons of awareness all through her body. He kept hold of her fingers, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Are you ready?” he asked huskily.
Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. She was ready for anything he had to suggest. Instinctively she stepped closer to him, raising her face for a kiss. She was oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and so apparently was he. He swooped down and masterfully claimed her trembling lips tumbling them both into a vortex of desire. Only a piercing catcall snapped them out of their trance. Sheepishly they pulled apart and straightened their clothing. Jason tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair. “Lets go get dinner,” he said huskily, pulling her quickly to a nearby restaurant.
His manners were exquisite and he was gallant to a fault. Jason did just about everything right throughout the evening. Their conversation flowed naturally and their opinions and likes and dislikes seemed to complement each other perfectly.
Emma struggled to hold on to her party girl, no strings persona. She was getting desperately afraid that she would not be able to remain detached. But she had invested too much effort into Jason, and besides she really was getting to like him, she didn’t think she could find better genetic material for her baby. Naturally the temptation of steamy sex was the least of her considerations, she firmly reminded herself.
Many times during the evening she caught him staring at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure who Emma was, the sexy empty headed bimbo or someone else entirely. After that she made sure to flutter her lashes as often as she could, and kept the conversation as shallow and superficial as possible.
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