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his straight, black tie and nice leather shoes, I’d say we’re going somewhere expensive. To be honest, I’m nervous. We’ve never been on a date before.
    Jai holds out his hand. “Are you ready?”
    I start to nod, then change my mind. “Do you mind if I change my shoes first? I’m worried I’m going to hurt myself in these.”
    He glances at my shoes, then smiles at me. “Okay.”
    I take his hand and lead him through my house, to the main bedroom. I’ve never been inside this house before now, but I know exactly where everything is.
    While I rifle through my shoe cupboard, looking for a pair of cute flats, Jai saunters around my room, touching things. Eventually, he disappears down the hall. I toss high heel after high heel over my shoulder until I reach the very bottom. Not a single flat to be seen. Damn. Huffing, I exit the bedroom only to slow in the hall when I hear soft classical music playing. Frowning, I follow the sound into the enormous living space where Jai stands in the center, rolling his sleeves to his elbows with a lax smile.
    I glance around the room. He’s pushed the coffee table out of the way, the couches too. “Is everything all right?” I ask.
    “Perfect.” He tugs at his tie, loosening it, and glances at my bare feet. “Couldn’t find any shoes?”
    “I have plenty of shoes,” I say, walking toward him. “I just don’t have any I feel comfortable in.”
    “So don’t wear any.” He slips his soft, warm hand round my elbow and tugs me close, so close my chest presses against his. Can he feel the frantic race of my heart?
    “I won’t be allowed into the restaurant without shoes.”
    Jai shrugs. “We’ll stay here. I’ll order Chinese food.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Let’s be honest, Kitten. This isn’t us.” He pull his tie over his head and tosses it.
    Without a word, he slips a hand into mine and rests the other on the small of my back. I let him move me. I let him sway me to music I’d never listen to, a slow dance I’m enjoying more than I normally would.
    I stare up at him. It’s semi-dark in here, but I can still see happiness glistening in the ocean-like depths of his eyes.
    I smile. “You dance?”
    “I’ve been to a gala or two in my life.”
    I chuckle under my breath. “What else can you do that I don’t know about?”
    Jai smirks, his full lips pulling up on one side. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    He’s teasing me. I love it when he teases me. I love it when he’s playful. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to dinner?” I ask. “Aren’t you hungry?”
    He stops swaying as he squeezes me against him. I hold my breath while he leans in close, stopping only when his mouth is by my ear. “I'm starved.”
    Judging by his hand as it descends from the small of my back and over the curve of my ass, I get the feeling he’s not talking about food. A fierce sexual energy ignites in the pit of my stomach and flares south, pooling between my thighs.
    Keeping ahold of his hand, I step away from him and pull him along behind me, toward the couch. Without speaking, he lowers himself onto it with a harsh tug on my arm. Gasping, I shoot forward, landing awkwardly on his lap. With a deep, dark chuckle, Jai wraps an arm around my waist. I shift my body, and he pulls me onto him with ease, until my thighs straddle his and our hips are flush together. His body is warm, firm, and magnificent.
    Planting a soft kiss on my lips, Jai reaches around me for the zipper of my dress that aligns with my spine and drags it down.
    “I’ve missed you,” he whispers, slipping the thick straps of my dress down my arms.
    “I’ve missed you too.”
    I still miss him. Even though he’s here between my thighs, looking into my eyes, I miss him so much my entire body aches. The fabric of my dress falls just enough to expose the full tops of my breasts. Jai flicks his gaze over them, not commenting on the fact I’m not wearing a bra, and I hold my breath as he leans in