Yeah, I know this isn’t a date. But that doesn’t mean I can’t bring my A-game, charm and gentlemanly manners. A woman needs to be treated right. And if that woman is Serena, then she needs to be fucking worshipped.

That’s why I brought an ornate bouquet of flowers—to impress her. But wow, I’m far more impressed with her.

I try to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor as she enters the restaurant, wearing that drop-dead gorgeous dress that accentuates every curve of her tight, lean body.

And, her legs in those shoes. God damn. The image of them wrapped around my head as my tongue makes her cum fades into my mind.

I resituate myself to accommodate for my Serena-inspired growth.

This woman is a fucking Goddess. I was not wrong about that assumption in the slightest. But something tells me that she could wear a fucking potato sack and still give me a raging hard on.

“You look… stunning,” I admit.

“Thank you,” she smiles, shyly.

I extend my arm, giving her the flowers.

“These are beautiful, thank you.” She brings the bouquet up to her nose and smells the flowers. “A little presumptuous for a business dinner, don’t you think?” Her brow lifts inquisitively, but she smiles.

“Business or not, a woman always deserves flowers. Shall we?” I place my hand on the small of her back, right above her ass—I’m very aware—and point her in the direction of our table.

The bottle of champagne I ordered is already uncorked and poured in our respective glasses, as requested.

“Where is everyone?” She looks around the restaurant and slides into her seat when I pull it out for her.

“This is business and should be handled discretely. I requested that Per Se respect our privacy. So they helped me buy out all the other folks who had reservations tonight so I’d get the place to myself” I tell her as I settle into my seat and grab my champagne flute. “Cheers to defeating the bad guy.”

She smiles and clinks her glass with mine.

“Hmm…this is delicious.”

“That’s what a million dollars taste like, doll,” I say while savoring the bubbly. Taste of Diamonds, the finest, most expensive champagne on the market. And, she’s worth every damn penny.

She almost chokes on it when I say that, but I just laugh it off. Usually it takes my dick to test a gag reflex, so this approach is a new one for me. But I’ve also never spent this much money on a woman before.

She’s my first.

Look at that, baby, I still have firsts to give.

She regains her posture. “So tell me, Mr. Big Shot, why a gym? Are you just that vain?” She smirks and tilts her head.

“Frankly. There was a time when I wasn’t this good-looking. Hard to believe, right?” I wink at her.

The waiter interrupts me before I can continue. I order my regular—filet, medium rare with a rich cabernet on the side. I’m about to order her the same, but she stops me.

“I’ll have the salmon, please.” She stares at me with a faint smile.

Damn, this woman. I might like it more when she challenges me than when she agrees.

“Continue. You were saying something about being hideous in a previous life.” She brings the champagne flute to her mouth. Her lips slide over the edge and my cock twitches at the sight. Those fucking lips.

“I guess you could say that. I was fucking skinny as fuck in high school. I weighed less than a table, I swear. Because I was genetically predisposed towards low muscle mass. Both of my parents were anemic. Because of that, while I was in college, I took an interest in my health. It became my everything. I worked constantly, took health courses, and here I am now, your wet dream come true, with the muscles to match” I wink, and she responds with an exaggerated eye roll.

“Did getting in top shape make you so vulgar too?” she asks me.

“It’s more fun that way. But in all seriousness, my mom died from a fall. Osteoporosis. My dad from heart disease exacerbated by a low red blood cell count. That’s why I became obsessed health; I want to avoid that path. And, my line of work gives me the chance to help others do the same. To help them live a long and healthy life while providing them the tools so they can be confident and proud in their bodies.”

“You sound passionate and very thoughtful. The cum sprinkler has a heart after all,” she smirks and places her elbows on the table, leaning closer to me. Her eyes sparkle and warmth spreads over me. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents. That’s awful.”

“Shit happens. But I am passionate about it. And, I’ve worked hard to live the life I’m passionate about and one that I can be proud of.”

“Sounds like something I can relate to,” she says.

“Brains, looks, and a hard worker? Do tell me more,” I raise my eyebrows in pure admiration.

“That’s me, the complete package.” She giggles.

Hearing that sound nearly melts my heart. It is, by far, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s better than birds chirping in the morning, waves crashing into the beach, or a woman screaming my name over and over again.

I need to hear that again.

“It looks like we another thing we have in common,” I tease. “Two total packages.”

She shakes her head and laughs. “Anyway…it was me who did most of the work for the spa. My boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, did nothing. Now I can see why he was so interested in me, he was just bored and needed something to do with his money.” She sighs and takes another sip of her champagne. “But I took advantage of it. I brought my ideas, tenacity, and motivation to the table and built an outstanding spa. I made that spa happen. It’s success, notoriety, everything. And, I loved every second of it.”

I feel the pride reverberating from her, but the food distracts us from the moment.

I look back at her while she takes a bite out of her salmon. She’s truly something. I swear there’s a halo over her head. And, the fire she has is so fucking attractive. It’s a relief to meet a woman who’s as driven and hard bent on her work as I am. Even when something gets in her way, she’ll do just about anything to destroy it. Hence, mutant boy.

“I like to hear that. A woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. And, for the record, he deserved everything he got. Any man who would do that to a woman, let alone you, is a fucking moron and deserves to get the shit beat of out him.”

“I think his punishment fit the crime. I just wish I didn’t have to be hit in the crossfire.”

“Yep. Life can be a bitch like that,” I say.

“If only I was in that pool with the seniors, I could’ve sued you and had enough money to pay the board off and get the vacant space…no problem.” She peers up at me, smiling mischievously.

If only she knew she was the reason it happened in the first place.

“That can still be arranged, if you wish.” I set my knife and fork down and lean against the chair, spreading my legs wider so her wandering foot can find its rightful place.

“Do I have to be in a pool? I really hate group classes. I prefer one-on-one lessons.” She sucks the butter off her fork and licks the drop that fell on her finger. I watch, entranced as she bites down on the pad while her foot teases the hem of my dress pants.

This fucking woman is insatiable. She knows exactly what to do to rile me up and make me go fucking crazy.

“You’re in luck, I’m a personal trainer. And there are many other moves I can show you outside of a pool, but unfortunately, you’ll still get wet.”

Her smile grows wider, and I’m about burst when she bites her bottom lip.

Fuck me.

“I never said I don’t like getting wet. Actually, it’s a prerequisite for any physical activity I do.”

“Is that so? One day, you’ll have to come to my gym. I’ll make sure to get you wet.”

“One day, maybe,” her smile grows into something more wicked and playful.

“But since you’ve already seen my big equipment, I think its only fair you show me yours.” I say as her foot grazes my calf, inching closer to my thigh.

“I’d be happy to show you my services. These hands can do magic,” she winks and wiggles her fingers in the air.

It’s so cute, but so fucking hot at the same time. How can she be so adorable and so fuckable at the same time? I didn’t even know that was a possibility.

She’s fucking perfect.

“I do have a few sensitive spots and tight areas you’ll have to work extra hard on.”

“Let me guess, your upper and inner thighs?” She giggles, and I feel her trace over those specialized areas with her foot.

I stifle a groan. She’s fucking winding me up, tighter and tighter. I swear, I’m about to turn these pants into a thick shade of white.

Ok, cream. I’ll fucking cream my pants. Hard.

“Hey, don’t just assume. My dick needs some attending to as well. That’s the hardest part about me.”

She spits out her champagne, shakes her head, and then throws the rest of the bubbly back, like she’s taking a five-dollar shot.

I laugh, watching her reaction. That’s exactly what I wanted.

I have her right where I want her.

We finish dinner and I pay before escorting her downstairs.

“Well, thank you, Colt,” she says as we walk out into the open New York City air. “This was lovely. Next time, we might need to be more productive,” she looks up at me and starts to turn away.

“Next time?” I coo.

Date or not, this night is not ending that way.

I grab her hand and twirl her back into me. She crashes into my chest and before I let her think, I cradle her face with my hands. Her eyes close and I kiss her, tenderly yet forceful. We fall into a deliciously heated motion; we’re starving and greedy for more of each other. Her tongue taste of champagne and it mingles with my cabernet creating an addicting taste I know I’ll want to have again.

My hands travel down her body, feeling the angles of her curves. I grab her ass, hard. My dick presses against her stomach and I squeeze her ass tighter, releasing a small moan from her.

Then, she pushes me away.

“What…” I gasp.

Out of breath and a bit wobbly on her feet, she puts her hand up between us, freezing me.

“Do you really think that I’m going to sleep with my rival on the first date?” she asks with a sultry pout and half-closed eyes.

“Do you really think I’m going to take no for an answer?” I ask her back.

“You think I’m that kind of girl?” another question right back at me.

“You think I’m that kind of guy?” I ask back.

“Oh,” her eyes light up in mirth. “I know your that kind of guy. You have a closed gym to prove it, remember?”

“Serena…” I begin, not sure what to say about that.

“Oh,” she grins. “Am I leaving you hot and bothered?”

I growl.

“I think the YMCA has a senior aqua-aerobics class in a few hours if you need to…well…relieve some pressure.”

This girl is good. Respect.

“Otherwise, I recommend a cold shower,” she says with a smile. “So that you can focus tomorrow.”

Tomorrow.

Another day to hunt if I don’t catch her tonight.

I smooth my shirt down and stand up taller.

“Right. Tomorrow. We’ll start our research tomorrow. Don’t forget, we need each other on this,” I say to her.

“Yes, yes. I know,” she nods as her car comes over. “Tomorrow, research, Hiram.”

Before she gets in, she does one last glance back to me and shakes her head, smiling.

“Goodnight, Mr. Colt McCoy,” she whispers. “See you in my dreams.”

And with that, she closes the door and is gone.

Fucking hell, what just happened?

Never mind a million-dollar bottle of wine that didn’t get me laid.

This woman is fucking priceless.

I’m going to chase her to the ends of the earth.

Because when I do get her—I guarantee you having her will be out of this goddamn world.