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night, in the matching lace push-up bra and panties, he was in for quite a surprise. I even found some granny panties my mother had bought me years ago. Still wrapped in their original packaging. No girl in her right mind would be caught dead in those.
    Unless she was trying to scare away one very persistent hound dog named Kent.
    All packed up and determined to win our bet, I drove back to the hound dog’s house and, after spending the day lounging by the pool, readied myself for what would probably end in disappointment, if he pulled another no show. By ten to six, I was ready. I looked like one of those Mormon girls, the ones that had to protect their virtue until they were married off to some old crotchety man forty years her senior. I had very little make up on, was wearing an ankle-skimming skirt that had belonged to my mother, a top that covered everything from waist to neck, and had even braided my hair.
    Kent was going to be floored. I couldn’t wait.
    And look at that. I wasn’t going to have to wait.
    Miracle of all miracles, he was home. On time. Un-flipping-believable.
    He strolled in, looking so proud and determined, took one look at me and faltered for just a moment. It was highly possible he didn’t recognize me for a second or two. I was amused. Until his left hand, which had been tucked behind his back, shot out.
    Flowers. He’d brought me flowers.
    So sweet!
    I smiled and took the bouquet from him. One inhale, and I was swooning. They smelled absolutely gorgeous. “Thank you.”
    “You look…lovely.” He bent down to kiss me.
    I jumped back, index finger wagging. “Uh, uh, uh! No kissing.”
    One brow lifted. “Are we Amish now? Can I give you a friendly peck on the cheek?”
    “No, we’re not Amish.” I giggled. “I suppose a kiss on the cheek is okay. As long as it’s only a peck.” I turned a cheek to him and he pressed his lips to it, lingering a little too long. All along that side of my body my nerves tingled. I cleared my throat. “That is not a ‘peck’.” I shoved him away, and he chuckled and offered an arm, like they used to do a hundred years ago.
    “Shall we?” he asked.
    Before leaving, I insisted on putting the flowers in water. Then I reluctantly slipped my arm through his and followed his lead.
    Outside, a limousine was waiting for us. A freaking limo. This was so unfair. Kent had more money than he could probably spend in a lifetime. He could wine me, and dine me, and charm me until I had melted into a puddle of spineless goo. And then he could seduce me right out of my grannie panties.
    I was going to have to stay strong, from the start.
    The driver stood next to the passenger door, waiting for us to board. I sat and of course Kent settled his hot body next to me and draped an arm across the back of the seat. I was painfully aware of how close he was, how great he smelled, and how scrumptious he looked.
    “Don’t you think this is a little much? It’s just dinner,” I said as Kent reached for the vehicle’s mini-fridge.
    “It’s never too much. Not for you.”
    I laughed. “That has to be the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard. Has it worked for you before?”
    His grin was wider than the Cheshire Cat’s. “Every time.”
    “Not this time.”
    His great big smile disappeared but he wasn’t discouraged. The twinkle in his eye gave him away. “We’ll see about that.”
    He pulled a bottle out of the fridge. “How about some champagne?” The cork popped before I could respond.
    My brows lifted, I said, “Champagne?” I loved champagne. Champagne was far and above my favorite beverage ever.
    But.
    But…
    Alcohol plus Kent equaled loss of our bet.
    He wasn’t just playing smart; he was playing dirty .
    It practically killed me to say, “No, thank you.” But the words did come out of my mouth, much to my surprise.
    “This bottle happens to be the one I purchased in France when I traveled there a few years ago.”
    “Very nice.” I was the kid of a