“More than you’ll ever know,” he replied with such seriousness my eyes shot back up to his and my insides did a triple lutz.
Whoa Betty, I needed to slow down or I was going to tackle him to the ground and see if his lips were as soft and tasted as good as they looked. My entire body thumped like a heartbeat and the need to lean into him was overwhelming. I disengaged my hands from his and tried to regain some composure. His smirk made me think he could read every thought in my head.
“I’d like to take you to dinner,” he said, watching me closely.
Stella was going to freak. “But you don’t even know me.” I really wished the idiotic dumbass in my brain would stop talking.
“We could remedy that,” Hayden leaned in.
Hades, he smelled yummy. “How?”
“Well… ” He took my hands again. "We could ask each other questions.”
Damn, I was hoping he would say we could play tonsil hockey.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked, drawing me back in.
“Green,” I quickly replied. The heat crawled up my neck as I realized I’d chosen the color of his eyes.
“Why’s that?” He tilted his head, very aware of my reasoning. I couldn’t speak. “Mine is gold,” he offered. His emerald green eyes bored into my gold.
“Is it hot in here?” I gasped as I pulled my hands back and put them in my lap.
“Nope.” He grinned, quite pleased with himself. “Tell me what you like.”
“Well… ” I needed some noncombustible territory here. I wasn't about to tell him I liked the way he filled out his jeans or that his mouth was beautiful and the way his muscular arms looked in his long sleeve t-shirt was making me weak. Nope, not going there. I decided to tell him about the real me. Which would probably end with him walking away in boredom, but… “I like animals, especially strays. I love to run. I adore my family and I read constantly.” I knew my tone was defensive, but I couldn’t help it. I waited for him to glaze over and fall asleep.
“I love to read,” he offered quietly.
“You do?” I was surprised.
“Does that shock you?”
“Well… ” I bit my lip in embarrassment. Hot guys could read too.
“Is it because I skip school, wear ripped jeans and go cliff diving that you think I’m illiterate?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I sputtered. My cheeks burned. How many times could a person want to die in one afternoon?
“Dixie, I’m teasing you,” he said gently.
“Oh… okay.” He had to think I was such a dumbass.
“I think you’re amazing and beautiful and sweet.” He walked around the table and sat right next to me. “I love to read. I collect first edition books. I have some that are thousands of years old.”
That piqued my interest. “Like what?” I adored old books. My father’s den was loaded with them. I’d spent a great amount of my childhood curled up in his den reading till my head spun.
“I have an original bound copy of The Beginning of Time.”
“Holy Hell, I didn’t know that even existed.”
“It does. I’d love to show it to you if you’d like.”
“I’d like.” I smiled. “What’s your biggest fear?” I asked. Now that the door was open, I wanted to know a few things about him. He might be hot, but maybe I wouldn't like him. Maybe he was a jerk…
“My biggest fear,” Hayden repeated as he ran his hands through his thick blond hair. “My biggest fear is being alone through all eternity.”
Damn, that was deep. I was going to say spiders.
“What’s something you dream about doing?” He changed the subject to something far lighter.
I took a long pause while I considered my answer. The first thing that came to my mind was silly, but if he could be that honest, so could I. “Flying,” I answered shyly. I knew Demons couldn’t fly, but that’s what I dreamed of. “I’ve always wanted to be able to fly. Sometimes when I run and I feel the wind race around me and through me and in me I pretend I’m flying.”
He was quiet for a moment, just watching. “Perfect,” he murmured softly. “Please, Dixie, let me take you to dinner tonight. I promise I’m a good guy and I like you a lot.”
“Hayden, do you know who my father is?” I assumed he did, but maybe not.
“Yes Dixie, I absolutely know who your father is.”
“And that doesn’t… um, bother you?”
“No, should it?”
Was he crazy? Everyone was terrified of my dad. Wait… Didn't Satan tell me to start being promiscuous? Something I had no intention of doing, but a date… I could go on a date. I wanted to go on a date. I’d never ever been on a date. No one had been brave enough to ask me. I wanted to go on a date with Hayden, and against all odds he wanted to go on a date with me.
“I’d love to go to dinner with you,” I blurted a little louder than I intended. I wanted to nail down my acceptance before he changed his mind.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” He looked so happy I started to giggle.
“What should I wear?” I asked as my mind raced through my closet.
He got up, gathered his books and whispered in my ear. “Flying clothes. Wear your flying clothes, Dixie.”
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Book Lists
(in correct reading order)
HOT DAMNED SERIES
Fashionably Dead
Fashionably Dead Down Under
Hell on Heels
Fashionably Dead in Diapers
A Fashionably Dead Christmas
Fashionably Hotter Than Hell
Fashionably Dead And Wed
Fashionable Fanged
SHIFT HAPPENS SERIES
Ready to Were
Some Were in Time
No Were To Run
Were Me Out
MAGIC AND MAYHEM SERIES
Switching Hour
Witch Glitch
A Witch In Time
Magically Delicious
A Tale Of Two Witches
HANDCUFFS AND HAPPILY EVER AFTERS SERIES
How Hard Can it Be?
Size Matters
Cop a Feel
If after reading all the above you are still wanting more adventure and zany fun, read Pirate Dave and His Randy Adventures, the romance novel budding novelist Rena was helping wicked Evangeline write in How Hard Can It Be?
Warning: Pirate Dave Contains Romance Satire, Spoofing, and Pirates with Two Pork Swords.
About the Author
Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper.
Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke Zero Cherry with extra ice in a Styrofoam cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super hot hubby and collecting stray animals.
A former professional actress with Broadway, film and TV credits, she now lives in the South with her family and too many animals to count.
Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where you can work in your underpants works really well for her. You can leave Robyn a message via the Contact Page and she’ll get back to you as soon as her bizarre life permits! She loves to hear from her fans!
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