I've been working long enough, actually longer than I should have, considering today is Saturday. I check the time...Devin should be here in an hour, so I clean up my work papers and head upstairs to get ready for my what??? My date!! I'm excited. Did I say that already? There's a hot man...a hot HOT man that's going to be here any minute. 

I head into the bathroom to freshen up, brush my teeth, and put on my makeup. I slide into a sexy bra and thong set because, you know, a girl must be always ready. Stepping into my closet, my eyes glide around trying to solve the one-million-dollar question...what to wear? He said it was casual, but I still have to make him not want to take his eyes off of me all night. I decide on a cute short sleeve wrap dress that stops mid-thigh and has a deep V-neck to show a little cleavage, but not too much. It's white with tiny red and black flowers all over it, and I pair it with silver earrings and a silver bangle bracelet. I leave my braids out and pull them all to one side to deliver sexy head tilts. I laugh at myself. Too much? Naaaah! I slip on a pair of black wedge sandals, and I'm ready!

Just as I take one last glance in the mirror, I hear the doorbell, so I grab my purse and sweater and head downstairs.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door, and there stands the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I allow my eyes to give him a slow once over from head to toe. He's wearing one of those black form fitting muscle t-shirts, dark denim jeans, and black boots. His t-shirt gives me a perfect outline of his sculpted chest and ab muscles and oh.my.lanta. And he smells oh so good...manly and sexy. Shit.

I think I'm drooling.

When my eyes finally look back at his face, I can't help but grin at the cocky smirk I see there. "You like what you see?" He asks softly.

I blow out a shaky breath, my nerves a little on edge. "Uh yes...indeed I do. Hi Devin."

"Hi yourself, Beautiful...you look lovely." And his eyes snake from my face, down to my legs.

"Mmmm...I definitely like what I see too." His teeth grab a hold of his bottom lip, and my knees go weak.

And as if he just remembers what he's holding, he looks at me shyly, "Oh... these are for you," handing me a gorgeous bouquet of orange tiger lilies, my favorite. Ha! Thanks, Sydney.

"Thank you so much! These are my favorite; how did you know?" I give him a little side-eye.

"Oh, I have my ways." He grins at me. "Are you ready?"

We walk out to his black Camaro and Devin opens the passenger door for me. As I slide into the seat, he whistles. "Oh yeah...I definitely appreciate those legs." Winking at me, he closes the door.

I know we have at least 40 minutes in the car and our conversation flows easily. When we arrive at the restaurant, he walks around to open my door and takes my hand as I get out of the car. He opens the door as we go into the restaurant too...I'm a sucker for chivalry. We're seated at a table that overlooks the water; order wine, stuffed mushrooms, shrimp stuffed with crab, and bananas foster for dessert. Our conversation is friendly and relaxed, like we've been doing this for a while now. He explains a few things about the MC, the club's structure, tells me how the vests they wear are called cuts, that they refer to their bikes as "the twos," and a few other things. I talk about my family and how I became an attorney. I explain my job as representing the underdogs or the ones that other lawyers shy away from, which is pretty accurate.

It's a beautiful night out, so we walk around outside for a bit after our meal. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close to his body.

We browse in a few cute boutiques and shops and then just hang out along the waterfront. As it gets darker, we stop to look out over the water, watching the boats coming in. It is so romantic; I'm in heaven. Devin stands behind me with my back pressed against his chest and his hands on my waist. Just as I was about to say something, he turns me around and places a hand on either side of my face. His eyes search mine as he slowly leans down to place the sweetest kiss on my lips. Oh my, fireworks are going off in the pit of my belly, or maybe they're going off in between my legs. Perhaps it's a combo, but God, this man feels so good. Tasting like a mixture of wine and mint...ooooh, such soft lips. We break our kiss and just look into each other's eyes. He smiles. I sigh and melt inside.

We pull up to my house and Devin walks me to my door. The atmosphere surrounding us is thick with tension, so I decide to bite the bullet. "Do you want to come in?"

Smiling at me, he throws me a look that sends chills down my spine. Devin takes a deep breath before responding in a low voice, "I would love to."