“Now, it’s my turn to say ‘what is it?’ ”
“You and Mia. How is that going? You were looking pretty cozy before the OD at the club.”
“We’re progressing slowly. I’m getting to know her a little bit more. She’s not that easy to get through to, but we’re getting there. I’m seeing her tonight.” The mystery hadn’t gone away. There were still more layers to peel back with her. I was still very much intrigued and attracted to her.
“Nice to hear you’re dating again, and getting back out there.”
“Me too. She’s sweet, once you get to know her, and intelligent.” My heart rate picked up every time she flashed in my mind.
“Yes, from what I know about her so far, it seems that way.” Bones mirrored my sentiments.
“Speaking of which, I have some more book work to do today for you and then I gotta get ready. Are you ready to go? Or you want to talk some more?”
“Nope. I know we have to clear up these little irritations first, before we can move forward as a club. Thanks, Numbers.”
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” I grinned as the sky turned and I looked up. Droplets of rain were starting to come down. “Look at that. Good timing. Let’s make a move,” I said as we jogged back to the car for cover.
“Yup. You called it. We better get out of here fast. We know how Mississippi likes her downpours.” We jogged to the parking lot and went our separate ways.
I rode home thinking about the club’s hope for the future. If we owned the Red Stone casino, it would bring in so much revenue for the club and put us on the map. We could have a huge influence in the community in a positive way and put to bed this negative connotation of bikers in town.
When I arrived home, I had a few hours up my sleeve, so I used the downtime to study some figures and come up with ideas on how to improve our budget. Once I finished up with it, I started cleaning the house. I had to admit I felt a little nervous about Mia coming over. She kept me on my toes.
I didn’t want Mia’s first impression of me to be that I was a slob. I jumped in the shower and cleaned up ready for her arrival, then got started on dinner. I was cooking a simple, yet effective dish. I cursed myself. I planned it to be a seafood dish, but I didn’t know if she ate it or not. I texted her to confirm.
Hi. Sorry late notice. Do you like seafood?
Love it!
Great! See you at 7.
Whew. I got to work setting up in the kitchen. I pulled the garlic butter sticks out from the fridge. The shrimp from the freezer, the fettucine from the pantry and the chilies for that extra kick. I grabbed a white wine from the cellar and put it in the freezer to chill. I didn’t want to cook too early and I knew the dish wouldn’t take long to prepare.
A knock at the door interrupted me from setting up the pans. I scooted over to the door to open it to the most gorgeous sight I’d ever seen.
Mia was dressed in jeans and a red midriff top. Her physique was to die for. She had a body made for sin and looked absolutely amazing. She grinned as my mouth continued to drop to the ground.
“Wow. You look out of this world! Come on in,” I said in a low voice. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I gestured her into the hallway which opened out to the open kitchen and living room.
She tucked her honeycomb highlighted strands behind her ear. “Thank you and you look very handsome.”
I landed a soft peck on her lips as I inhaled the jasmine scent she was wearing. “Thank you, and welcome to Casa de Numbers.” I made a grand gesture with my hands.
She giggled. “Great. Thanks for inviting me,” she said enthusiastically. She dropped her purse on the couch and came to the kitchen counter where I was about to start the preparation. Her eyebrow was arched as she looked at me in bemusement. “You’ve rolled up your sleeves, so you must mean business.”
Mia made the whole place feel like home. My feelings for her were climbing and her guard was dropping a little more. “I do mean business, I have a lady to impress. Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“Sure. I could go for a glass. It’s been a long day.” She blew out a weary sigh as she rubbed the base of her neck.
I unscrewed the white wine and half poured a glass for her, handing it over. “Here you go, that should help.” Our fingers touched accidentally and it felt like small sparks of lightning were running through my fingers to hers. I caught the sultry look in her eyes and could tell she felt the same way from the crimson flush of her cheeks.
“Thanks. Whatcha making?” She peeked over.
I cranked the heat on the stove and boiled the water for the pasta. “I’m making shrimp fettuccine. Hope you like it.”
“I do. This is exciting! It’s making me hungry watching you cook,” she said.
“I’m glad. I’m already winning. Do you cook at home?”