Ian's POV
"Come on babe!" I yelled, waiting for Halie to come down the stairs. Why did women take so long to get ready? Within the time she had been in the tub, I showered and dressed myself. Hell I even cleaned the house.
She made a reservation for seven and it was already ten till. How the hell did she spend the day in the tub? That girl would be late for her own funeral. "I'm coming!" She yelled and I smirked, letting the dirty thoughts take over.
"Not yet!" I yelled back and her giggle filled my ears. "I'm ready bad boy," she said, walking down the stairs. My lips went dry as I watched her make her way over to me, her heels clicking on the wooden floors. Licking my lips, I admired the breathtaking view before me.
Her red dress stuck to her body like a second layer of skin, showing
