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couple of days ago sends a shudder through my body. I hug my midsection.
    "Hey, beautiful, you ready?" he says without looking up from his phone. How did he know I was ogling him?
    "I think so. I hope I'm dressed appropriately for whatever we're doing." I smooth my jeans on my thighs and tug at the hem of my shirt.
    He rises from the couch and strides to me. His eyes widen as he takes in my outfit. His gaze stalls on my breasts and his eyebrows narrow. Maybe this shirt is too tight. He scans my hips, then looks down to stare at my shoes. He tilts his head to the right like a dog listening to his owner's voice on the telephone.
    He clears his throat and bends to look me directly in the eye. "No heels."
    "These aren't heels. They're wedges." Pointing my right toe, I look down at my shoes and rotate my foot.
    "Same thing," he says.
    "They are not."
    "Go change. Now."
    "But these match my outfit." His nostrils flare, and his shoulders rise with his deep breath.
    "Ivy, go now, or your ass will be the same shade as your wedges."
    What does he mean my ass?
    "Is that so, Dr. J?"
    "It so is."
    "Well, then, I'm definitely wearing these." I prop my hands on my hips and do a Vanna White knee bend.
    His eyebrows rise, and he stares me down. My serious expression crumbles, and we both laugh. He rushes me and tackles me to the ground. He pins my wrists above my head and kisses me. Raising himself on his arms, he peers down at me. "We've gotta go. Bring some tennis shoes with you."
    ***
    Ivy
     
    His car parked by the curb automatically unlocks as we approach. The sun sparkles off the glossy hood of a black Jaguar. He opens the passenger door for me, and I lower my rear end into the comfy seat, slipping my running shoes on the floor next to my feet. I pull my legs into the car and look up at him. He leans one arm on the roof, the other on the door and whispers in my ear. "You look utterly fuckable in that outfit, by the way." He shuts my door, and moments later, slides into the driver's seat.
    He puts on a pair of sunglasses and drapes his left hand over the steering wheel. He laces our other hands together and raises them to his lips to kiss my fingers. I lift my eyes from our grip, and I'm stunned by how his dark shades fit his strapping features. The devilish bad boy in sleek Prada sunglasses.
    "How about a little music?" I signal yes with my head.
    "Any preferences?" I shake my head no.
    "You haven't lost your voice in the last couple of seconds, have you?" I shake my head no.
    "Good, because that would be disastrous. Play track four." The intro to "Take Me Home Tonight" blasts from the speakers and into my ears. He can't be serious.
    I throw my head back and laugh. "You didn't just put on Eddie Money."
    He gives me a sinful grin and lowers his head so his shades slip down the bridge of his nose. He stares at me above the rims and imitates holding a microphone in his right hand. His shoulders roll in a wave to the beat as he belts out the first verse. Wow, he can dance, and his singing isn't too shabby either!
    With his nose scrunched and his teeth biting his bottom lip, he presses his back to the seat and grinds his hips in the air. Lord, have mercy. Those hips. His left hand flies to his chest and drums over his heart. His lips serenade me as if he's a Chippendale and I'm a bachelorette strapped to a chair. Hell, I'll go home with you every damn night.
    "You're nuts!" Laughter emerges from deep in my belly. I grab his fake microphone and sing the sultry lyrics for the woman's voice in the song. We finish our duet into his fist.
    He opens his hand and mimics dropping a microphone on a stage. "We nailed it."
    "For sure." I lean back in my seat and turn my head to him, a huge smile plastered on my face.
    He places his left hand on the steering wheel and stares at me. He pushes his sunglasses up with his index finger. My mischievous schoolboy has returned.
    He presses the flashing ignition button, the gearshift flips up, and the touch