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"Is it too much?" she asks nervously.

"No, Princess. It's fucking perfect. It looks like—"

"The one from that night," she finishes for me.

"Yeah. You look fucking hot."

"I thought that maybe we should have a do-over." My heart thunders as she takes a step back from me, her eyes trailing down my body. "Not too bad yourself, Legend."

My body heats, my clothes suddenly feeling a few sizes too small as my need to rip them off and forego going out only gets stronger.

22

Letty

Iwas going to spend a couple of hours working like I told Kane, but the second Ella heard about my impromptu date tonight, she immediately dragged me toward my closet and demanded to know what I was going to wear.

Unable to agree, she threw my purse at me and dragged me out of the building and to the closest mall.

We didn't even get into a shop. I saw the little black dress in the window and immediately slowed to a stop.

It wasn't the same as the one I wore to Skye's party, but it was similar enough.

I didn't bother looking at anything else, we just found the rack with the dresses on it, grabbed the right size and went straight for the register.

It was probably a little too much for whatever Kane was planning, he'd told me that it wouldn't be anything fancy, but I knew the second my eyes landed on it that it was fate and that it was the only dress that I'd be able to wear tonight.

There's a huge part of me that wants to forget about that night, for a long time I thought that absolutely nothing good came from it, but Ella's words from earlier in the day won't stop repeating in my head, and maybe, just maybe, she has a point.

Were we always meant to end up here now?

I smile as Kane opens his passenger door for me to climb in.

"You know, I'd have put money on you having no redeemable features, but it seems you might just be able to pull the gentleman thing out of the bag."

"Princess," he growls, taking my chin in his harsh grip. "I think you already know that I can deliver everything you need."

My knees get a little weak at his words. I nod, as much as his grip allows as my muscles clench, aching and reminding me exactly how he delivers.

"Keep looking at me like that and we'll have to christen the back seat of my car this time."

Liquid lust fills my veins as I vividly remember just how good both the hood and the front seat of his car was. I've no doubt the back will be equally as mind-blowing.

"You know," I say, running my fingertip down his neck and onto his chest that's exposed by his open collar. "You never finished me off on the hood. You still owe me that."

His eyes flash with desire.

He steps closer, forcing me to bump against the car, his large hand landing in his favorite spot around my neck. The move sends tingles shooting around my body. The only thing better is when it's around my throat. "Is that right?" he asks, staring right into my eyes.

"Uh-huh."

"Anyone would think you don't want to go for dinner, Princess."

"I have no idea what gave you that idea," I say innocently, although the roughness to my voice gives me away.

His hand slips down, his finger tucking into the low neckline and pulling it from my body. His eyes drop from mine to look inside.

"Princess," he growls, finding my bare breasts staring back at him.