In a split second, as my heart rate increases, my eyes fly to his. What, like out on a date?" I gulp.
He laughs and releases his grip from my behind. Instead, he seizes my hands and lays them on his bare chest while refusing to release them.
He nods, "Yes, like on a date." We'll go out to dinner once I pick you up.
One single question is driving my body nuts. But as much as I want to say yes, I'm not sure if I should or can. I pull my hands away from his and lean against the door with my back.
I bite my lip and say, "I don't know, Robert."
He holds my hips and shoves his body up against mine while glaring, "Why not?"
I mutter, "I just—" "I don't think it is a good idea."
He asks, tilting his head to the side. "And why's that?"
"Because I'm fairly certain that your only desire is for sex, and I'm not doing that with you on our first date," she said.
