Page 60 of From That Moment

Or maybe it could be. That would be fun. We had chemistry, after all, and getting into a skirmish could be part of the game.

Not that I wanted to play a game with Paris.

I truly needed to stop thinking in circles.

I made my way to her front door and rang the doorbell, rocking back on my heels as I waited.

She opened the door, and I swallowed hard, unable to think clearly.

She had on a green dress, one not made of silk or cotton, but a blend of something that looked soft to the touch.

It had a low neckline, so low that I got a peek of her breasts. I did my best not to stare.

I wasn’t a dick.

Even though my dick was the one thinking right now.

The dress was sleeveless and tied up at her shoulders, then dipped into her waist before flaring out over her knees.

It looked amazing on her, the green the perfect complement to her eyes and the dark chestnut of her hair.

Her skin was pale in the moonlight, her lips a pinkish color, and her eyes were done up in a smoky way that I’d never seen on her before.

I had seen her in jeans, in work clothes, and in sundresses and leggings and the like when she was hanging out with the girls and us.

I had never seen Paris like this.

Oh, I had seen her on dates, two of them, actually, and she had looked fucking sexy then, but this?Thiswas something different.

Maybe because I knew it was for me.

Or maybe I was self-centered, and this was all for her.

I would be the one sitting across from her, though.

I swallowed hard again and tried to speak. Only nothing came out.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Paris asked, and I looked up at her grin.

“Hey.”

Smooth.

“Hey there, Brady. You like what you see?”

“You know I do.” I cleared my throat. “So much in fact that we should go before I take you back inside and seeexactlywhat you’re wearing under that dress.”

“You sure feel high of yourself, don’t you?” she asked.

“I would make a joke about feeling you instead, but how about I take you to dinner?”

She threw back her head and laughed, exactly what I was going for.

“So, these are your moves?” she asked as we got into my car.

“You like them?”

“They’re okay.”