Date night

“Fucking hell.” Curtis groaned when I stepped out of the house. I had walked out just in time for his arrival and he had gotten out of the car to open the door for me.

“Do you like it?” I did a twirl and placed my hand on his arm for more support. With these skyscrapers, I would have to be glued to him or my legs might just give way.

He responded by discreetly slipping a hand under my dress.

“Curtis!” I admonished him.

“Of course. Pardon my manners.” He laughed with a wink that gave me the feeling he wasn’t in the slightest bit sorry.

I got into the car through the passenger door he had opened for me and sat with my legs crossed at the knee.

He took one look and groaned. “You’re trying to kill me, woman.”

“Where are we going on this date?” I purred.

“In bed, thanks to that dress.” He joked, but I knew he would turn right around and take me to bed if I said I was up for that.

His gaze was making me squirm in need and that would be perfect but I wanted to tease him a little mor