“We opened with a small client base, and as we grew, we both hired personal assistants— Eric and Emma. Business is booming. We even hired another attorney, Tate, and extra interns to run the office.”
“Quite an amazing journey,” he praises. “I can tell you’re passionate about what you do.”
Julian has this face that instantly calms you. Throughout telling my story, I felt my heart racing at times. But just looking into his eyes, everything I’d been holding on to which I hadn’t realized, slowly began to ease. He listens attentively, staring with an inquisitive gaze. A true gentleman unlike some of the jerks I dated who would just stare at my chest while licking their lips.
“I didn’t want to end up like my mother… miserable with this unwarranted chip on her shoulder, stuck in a small town making hot tamales every day. I was out to prove a point.”
“We have a lot in common. I, too, was always trying to prove a point. And well, here I am with the most gorgeous woman in Manhattan.”
I smile and touch his hand with ease. This dating thing isn’t so bad, not when the man is as handsome as Julian Baker.
Quickly glancing at my phone, I notice the time. With a disappointed smile, I finish the last of my latte. I don’t want to end this quick date of ours, and unlike anything I have ever done before, I muster up all my confidence to ask for a second date. “So, dinner. My place? I can make a mean tamale,” I half-joke.
The corner of Julian’s mouth curves upward into a cocky grin before he bites down, teasing me softly. “Tonight?”
“Wow, um… tonight.” I mentally run through my workload again. The old Charlie would’ve kindly tried to reschedule. Work has always come first, but I’m sick of the rules I created for myself.
Out with the old, in with the new.
“You know what? Yes. Tonight will be perfect.”
“Your place or mine?”
“How about mine?” I suggest selfishly, knowing I can cram in a few more hours of work after he leaves. “I’ll text you my address.
“Perfect.” Julian looks at his watch but is quick to apologize for being rude.
“No, I get it. I’ve got a ton of work to do, too.”
I stand at the same time as Julian. His hands wrap around my waist, and gently, he grazes his thumb down my cheek and across my bottom lip. My pulse begins to race again toward my hammering heart echoing beneath my chest. My gaze shifts away from his deep stare and toward his lips, desperate to taste them on my own. Slowly, Julian leans down, brushing his lips against mine as I close my eyes and relish in the warm feeling consuming me.
Pulling away in an agonizing pace, we both catch our breaths.
For the longest time, I didn’t think it was possible to feel all the things Julian has made me feel with just one kiss. Perhaps I’m crazy, allowing myself to fall prey to his charm.
But I am no longer eighteen.
No longer a foolish kid.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight,” I whisper back, tilting my head to kiss him one more time.
CHARLIE
The knock on my door echoes through the apartment.
Wiping my hands on my apron, I walk toward the door and open it to a very dashing Julian dressed in a pair of navy chinos and a white buttoned-collared shirt. With a grin smothering his already handsome face, I struggle to hold back my desire to touch and explore his body in ways my single-woman mind has imagined the past few nights.
“Well, hello, gorgeous.”
Julian hands me a bottle of wine, making it a perfect addition to the meal I’ve prepared. Taking it from him, I grab his hand and close the door behind him.
“So, this is your place?” He scans the living room, taking it all in with a curious smile. “Very nice.”
“By nice, do you mean small?”
“It’s Manhattan. In perspective to other apartments I’ve seen, it’s a comfortable size.”