Chapter 3
The guy was every girl's dream – dark brooding good looks and if she'd guessed correctly, his body was well maintained. She felt herself drift into daydreams as she avoided his hot stare. What would it feel like to dance with him? She imagined fireworks and sunsets, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, and at the end of it all, a sizzling kiss. Oh, my.
She didn't even know his name and here she was having romantic notions about him. Surely he would catch the gist of her thoughts from the burning of her cheeks. She both wanted to leave the table and scoot closer to him in equal measures. Holy-hot-boy, he had a great smile. Instant attraction bloomed in her stomach and lower, she felt things she'd only ever felt when watching TV and a particularly steamy love scene was aired.
