It was the perfect night for a date. A slight breeze teased the air, carrying with it the scents of the blossoming garden far below. So why am I so nervous? Everything was perfectly in place, but where was she? He’d setup candles, laid down a large blanket with pillows, and put out some of her favorite types of foods. The woman did like to eat, and damn if he didn’t like watching her eat. As much as she hated noticing him staring when their eyes met across the cafeteria. But why wasn’t she here yet? Was it possible she hadn’t seen his message? She stormed out the open door, which he’d left carefully propped open with a rock as large as his head. “Where is it?” she hissed. He probably should’ve been worried about the rage seething from her. But he couldn’t think of that because he was too damn turned on. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and flowed down her shoulders in the sexiest way possible.
