Page 65 of Until Tomorrow (Love Doesn’t Cure All: The Ashwood Duet #1)

Rhett

I’d planned not one date but three different date options for Eva because, honestly, I didn’t have a clue what to do with the woman.

What did you do with the woman who had the money to do whatever the hell she wanted?

I was well off in my own way, but I didn’t want to spend a fuck ton of money doing shit she didn’t want to do.

So, I planned to give her options. I had real outings planned—things we could do that ranged from full-on activities to milder experiences.

And all the desire to do those activities flew right out the fucking window when she walked out the door to her building.

Jesus fuck. All the desire went straight to my dick.

The woman was a walking wet dream in a tight black dress that hugged everything and made her already fantastic tits stand out.

The soft curls in her hair were everywhere, curling around the lapels of her leather jacket and falling over her shoulders.

And fuck, I loved her in heels. The heels alone were dangerous.

“ This ,” Eva began, stopping on the sidewalk to gesture to me, “is absolutely unfair.”

“What?” I chuckled. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“You are not allowed to look that hot so early in the night,” she said.

I glanced at my outfit. I was damn proud of how I looked.

My dark jeans were new and complemented a black dress shirt, which I left the top few buttons undone.

I even rolled up the sleeves to keep it a little more casual.

All my piercings had been traded out for ones that weren’t years old, and I even wore dress shoes. I brought my A-game.

“Not a single person will be looking at me, spark plug.” I laced my fingers through hers and used them to guide her closer. I kissed her once, letting it linger. Fuck, she even smelled incredible. How the hell was I supposed to make it through a whole goddamn date with this woman?

“How many cars do you have?” she asked against my lips. She leaned to the side to stare at the black car behind me.

“We don’t discuss Bertha like she matters,” I told her. “That pain in my ass broke again, and I didn’t even get her out of the fucking garage this time. But I have this one and my motorcycle. They’re my reliable ladies.”

“Are all of your vehicles girls?”

“My first car was an ugly green bug named Felipe,” I replied, making her laugh. “Let’s get this show on the road, and I’ll tell you how the hell I got conned into naming my car after Felipe, my neighbor’s husband’s cat.”

Stop number one was this dorky little burger joint I’d found years ago.

It was themed in six different ways, including random movies, its old-timey diner feels, and a jukebox that played the same song sung by different cover artists.

It was a unique experience. But they also had the best fucking cheese fries in all of Boston—and I’d tried a lot of cheese fries in my life.

“Explain to me again why I dressed up for this?” Eva asked when I returned to the table with our food. Yeah, we had to wait in line to pick up our food. It was that kind of place. “I could’ve worn jeans for this. The same ones you picked out for me, you know.”

“God, I love your ass in jeans,” I muttered. Next date. “But we may need these outfits for the second half of our date. As for why here? When was the last time you had cheese fries?”

“I’m not sure I even remember what cheese fries taste like.”

“And therein lies the problem, spark plug. Life needs cheese fries.”

“Unless you’re lactose intolerant,” she said.

“Even those who are lactose intolerant break the rules for cheese fries,” I replied. “Especially these. Try.”

“ Okay, but—” I shut her up by plopping a cheese fry on her tongue. The sound she made was anything but safe for the public, making me laugh hard. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. I forgot what cheese fries tasted like.”

She popped another one in her mouth and moaned. Lord help me, that sound went straight to my dick.

“I’m going to need you to stop with the sex noises, spark plug,” I whispered.

“But it’s damn near orgasmic. This was the best idea ever. All our dates need cheese fries.” She fluttered her lashes at me. “Pretty please?”

I’d give her anything she wanted if she kept fluttering those gorgeous blue eyes at me. I stuck to nodding and took a giant bite of my burger to keep from saying something stupid. That look was dangerous, and she knew it too. There was no doubt about that.

“So.” I changed the topic. “I have three different date ideas.”

“Three?”

“Yeah, I figured options were a great way to go,” I said.

She wiped her hands and folded them on the table, giving me her entire attention.

I adored that about her. “This is all very dependent on what you want to do. I’m up for anything.

The first option is the very typical dinner and movie option.

However, the movie theater I picked is an older one.

Everything inside is vintage, and it has a little gallery of actual movie props that we can wander through before or after the movie.

I say that we don’t pick the movie beforehand and go for whatever’s playing next, no matter what that is. ”

“Oh, I like that.” She smiled. “That’s risky. We could end up watching something awful.”

“It’s a less frequented movie theater. I’m sure we could find a way to occupy ourselves… alone… in the dark… if we needed to, spark plug,” I told her suggestively.

“ Rhett !” she exclaimed, eyes widening. I liked pushing her sweet little vanilla buttons. It was fun seeing just how far outside her box I could get her to wander.

“Or the movie may be fantastic, and I tell you cuddling isn’t a fucking option because you’ll make me lose focus.” I shrugged. “That’s the luck of the draw.”

“That’s fun. All right, what else?”

“There’s a laser tag place not too far from here that lets people tag in, for lack of better terminology,” I said.

“They usually end up with a surplus of kid s wanting to play on the same team, so they let people off the street come in for a discount to play against the kids as a part of a community program. I figured we could go kick some ass—hopefully—and see how many kids we can make cry.”

“Rhett!” Yeah, I liked how she said my name. “We can’t do that!”

“I’m one hundred percent willing to make some kids cry over laser tag.”

“I’m in heels.”

“We can pick up shoes on the way there if that’s what you want to do. Get you something sturdy for some ass-kicking,” I replied with a grin. “And if none of those appeal to you, I have a friend with a gallery show tonight that we can go see—”

“That one!” Eva interrupted quickly. Her enthusiasm for art didn’t surprise me. “I want to do that one. Let’s go see art.”

Out of everything I’d planned, that one required the least out of me, but it was the one I’d expected her to pick.

“The guy who does most of my galleries will be there,” I continued. “And some of the artists I do shows with as well, so you’d get to meet a bunch of my people if that’s okay. The show is an explicit one though. The theme is A Secret Affair with multiple mediums and nothing off limits.”

“I can’t promise I won’t start rating dicks,” she informed me. That little mischievous smile of hers was enough to do a man in.

“I expect nothing less, spark plug. So, art show it is.”

“Art show it is.” Eva nodded happily and popped another fry in her mouth. “When is your next art show?”

“I have one at the end of next month,” I said. “It’s a charity fundraiser for a foundation that helps domestic violence victims. I’m working on a sculpture for it.”

“Can I come?” she asked.

“If you want to.” I nodded slowly. The last time anyone I knew came to one of my shows was almost fifteen years ago when Sasha happened to be in town. The thought of Eva being at the show for me did something to my heart.

“I want to.” And so did that gorgeous smile on her face as she said the words too.