Page 44 of Missing Pieces
“You definitely look like a country girl now. You ready to go line dancing?”
“Line dancing?!” I shriek. Hell no. I am not going line dancing. I might secretly like some country music, but line dancing is where I draw the line.
Ivy looks at me like I just screamed fire. “Oops. Did I spill the beans? Easton said he was going to take you on a country date. Ain’t nothin’ more country than goin’ to The County Line.”
I look at her with unease. I can pull off the country look but being around all those people is going to give me anxiety. It is a Tuesday, but for some reason, I don’t think days of the week matter here when it comes to drinking.
“Relax Harper. You are gonna have so much fun.”
I pull on a piece of my hair and bite my lip. “I don’t know how to line dance. Chicago isn’t exactly a prime spot for line dancing.”
Ivy walks up to me and pulls the hair from my hand. She forces me to sit on the bed and then kneels behind me as she starts to put my hair in some sort of updo. “Honey, half the people there don’t know how to line dance. But it’s fun. Trust me. I would tell Trace to take me there tonight, but I think that would just be awkward.”
“Well, what if he doesn’t even take me there and I am dressed like this for no reason.” I plea trying to find some way to maybe get out of this.
“I don’t think he’s gonna care where he takes you once he sees you. You look sexy as sin and he’s gonna have trouble keepin’ it in his pants.”
I let out a laugh as I pick at the hem of my newly made shorts. “You think so?”
She gets up off the bed and I look to the side to see my normally flat hair looking full and thick in a bouncy ponytail. “Easton is head over heels for you. I could tell from that first night we had dinner at my house. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Whenever you were lookin’ a different way, he was staring at you. I know he’s talked to Trace about you, but I tried to stay out of it.”
I look at her in disbelief. This woman can’t keep out of anything.
She holds her hands up in front of her. “I swear to God. Anytime they bring you up they leave the room or go out. It’s like they don’t trust me.” I laugh, and she smiles. “Well look at the time. It’s almost seven. I should leave before I am caught here telling you secrets about your date.”
I walk her to the door and tell her I’ll see her at work tomorrow. She tells me I don’t need to come in until nine just in case I decide clothes are optional tonight. I push her out the door, shaking my head.
I walk into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast bar. I look down at my outfit. I would not be caught dead in this back in Chicago. I contemplate changing and just as I am about to get up to do it the doorbell rings. I exhale and grab my purse from the counter.
I open the door and see a very sexy cowboy standing in front of me. He has on that damn cowboy hat that makes my knees weak for some reason. Maybe it’s the way I can just see his eyes peeking out from under it or the way his hair curls up more when it’s on. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt exposing his inked biceps and muscular forearms. His jeans leave little to the imagination. They are skin tight. And I am pretty sure I can see a bulge in the front of them.
“Like what you see?” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face. I would smack him, but I know that I was definitely staring for longer than what is considered appropriate.
“You’ll do,” I say as I shut the door behind me. I breeze right on past his gaping mouth and toward his truck. I open the door to get in when two large hands grab my waist and turn me around.
“What the hell are you wearing, sweet cheeks?” He practically growls in my face. At first, I worry that I did dress wrong but then I look into his eyes where a burning fire is ablaze and I suddenly feel like I don’t even want to go out and maybe all those jokes about truck beds is a better idea.
“I thought we were doing something country. So I dressed the part.” I try to move out of his grip, but he just holds me tighter.
“Every guy in that place is gonna have their eyes all over you.” I can feel his breath on my lips, our noses almost touching.
I take a deep breath and speak the truth. “Good thing I’m only gonna have eyes on one guy.”
His mouth is on mine the second I finish the sentence. His hands slide to my ass and skim my exposed butt cheeks. He pulls me tightly against him as he growls into my mouth. “Right answer.”
I grab his thick biceps as he lifts my legs around his waist slamming me into the side of his truck. His kisses start to move down the side of my neck and down my chest to my overly exposed breasts. I moan as he licks them, a surge of heat dampening my panties. I sure as hell hope this is how every kiss with him will feel. And if this is how kisses feel then how will everything else feel? The thought alone sends chills up my spine.
He makes his way back up my neck and sucks on my ear. “We better get out of here or else we are never leaving.”
He gives me one final kiss before helping me into the passenger seat. As he jumps in the truck on his side, he says, “You might look like a country girl right now, but after tonight I’m gonna make you one.”
I roll my eyes then lean over and give him a kiss.