Meeting her at the curb, Neal allowed his eyes to roam her from the top of her perfectly coiffed hair, swept up off her shoulders to the natural colored paint on her toes. His imagination of how the dress would look on her when he’d purchased it was nothing compared to the reality of seeing her sexy body encased in it. The purple material against her brown skin with amazing. “You look lovely tonight.” If this was a real date, he would have leaned in and kissed her on the lips, or at least the cheek. Not to mention, picked her up from her place, but Amana was adamant that she would drive herself. Besides, this wasn’t a date. Now, if he could get his body to comprehend that information, instead of heating his blood, it would be great. “Thank you, Mr. Stephens. I must say you look rather dashing yourself in the all black suit, the purple handkerchief was a nice touch.” She smiled and the gorgeous plum colored lipstick made her lips more inviting. Not a date. Clearing his throat, he held his bent arm out to her.
