Baby, Don't Lose My Number: Fated, Book 2

by Karen Erickson

  He scrubbed a hand along his jaw. Willed his body to get a grip. Last thing he needed to do was fantasize about all the different ways she could service him. He hardly knew the woman. Didn’t need to scare her and make her think he was some sort of freak only looking to get laid.

  I am looking to get laid.

  Arriving fifteen minutes early to sit in wait of her arrival was completely unlike him. He’d taken perch in the bar. Found a spot where he could watch the door without looking as if he did. From the moment he settled himself and ordered a beer he’d felt…

  Nervous.

  Him, nervous about a date. Ridiculous.

  Her gaze lit upon him and she smiled, fueling another thought to run through his mind.

  I’m in fucking trouble.

  She made her way toward him, pushing through the maze of people with a graceful ease. “Hi,” she greeted him simply, and he could only stare at her in silence. She wore some sort of slinky black dress that did amazing things to her already banging body. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail again, showcasing the elegant length of her neck. Her skin glowed, face was artfully made up so well he wondered if she actually wore any cosmetics, and discreet pearl studs dotted each delicate ear.

  Again, utter perfection in her appearance. And again, he wanted nothing more than to yank her into his arms and mess her up. Run his hands up and down her body, push a sleeve off her shoulder, wrinkle the fabric a little bit. Leave her rattled and mussed and breathless.

  “Hey, Mia.” He liked saying her name. It was exotic yet simple and pretty, much like the woman herself.

  He slid off the barstool and waved his hand toward it. “Want to sit?”

  “Is the wait long?’ She looked around the room again, as if mentally counting every single person that filled it.

  “Maybe ten more minutes if that.” They’d agreed to meet at a popular sushi restaurant, and it was a Saturday night so the place was packed. Not that he minded. It was his go-to place for sushi, and he hadn’t indulged in his favorite cuisine in a long time.

  “Oh, that’s not bad. This place is always busy.” Her gaze met his once more. Her expression shy, a little hesitant. “It’s my favorite restaurant.”

  Jake smiled, feeling as if he scored a point. “Then we have something in common.”

  She returned the smile. “I’ve only been eating sushi for the last year or so. I was always too scared to try it.”

  “My parents forced us to a long time ago. I protested the entire time until I actually took a bite.” He shook his head, remembering what a jerk he’d been that night. Thirteen and full of shit, he didn’t know why his parents hadn’t smacked him upside the head for his sullen behavior. “It was even worse when I had to admit I liked it.”

  Mia laughed, the sweet tinkling sound sending an electric current jolting through his body. His skin felt hot and tight and the urge to reach out and touch her was so strong he curled his hands into fists to stop himself.

  Had he ever reacted this way toward a woman this quickly before?

  “Don’t you hate it when parents are right?” she asked, her blue eyes sparkling.

  It would be so easy to drown in those eyes.

  “I do,” he agreed with a slight nod. He literally felt dazed. Where did the sappy thoughts come from? “Want to sit?”

  She shook her head slowly, her gaze sliding toward the empty barstool and then back to him. “No, thank you.”

  He frowned. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m afraid if I hop onto that stool—” she flicked her fingers toward it, “—my skirt might ride up, and I’ll flash you and the entire bar.”

  Hell. The thought of a glimpse of what lay beneath that dress sent his temperature spiking about two hundred degrees. He jerked at the collar of his navy blue polo shirt. “I guess that would be awkward.”

  “Terribly so.” She bit her lip as if to contain a laugh that might want to escape. “I don’t normally flash my goods on the first date.”

  Pity that. He couldn’t help his gaze from wandering down the length of her body or how it lingered upon the slight curve of her breasts, the womanly flare of her hips. That dress did things to her body that could be considered downright illegal.

  “You’re staring,” she whispered, knocking him from his thoughts.

  He tore his gaze from her legs and met her slightly amused gaze. “Sorry.”

  “I don’t know whether to be insulted or flattered,” she murmured. Her voice had lowered an octave, gone husky and sexy, and he wondered if that’s how she sounded in bed. Right as she whispered in his ear before he made her come.

  “Definitely flattered.” He found himself inexplicably drawn to her. If he went with his true urge he’d leave the restaurant with her. Take her somewhere quiet and secluded and kiss her senseless. Peel her out of that dress and discover exactly what she hid beneath it.

  His name was called, and he caught sight of the short, dark-haired hostess clutching two menus in her hand and waving at him.

  “Our table’s ready,” he said, taking Mia’s arm and leading her toward the doorway that connected the bar to the dining area.

  “Good. I’m starved.” She smiled and the sight of it went straight to his dick.

  He was starved all right. But not for food.

  God, he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it through the night.

  His worry had proven correct. He’d barely held onto his control. They talked, they ate and he stared at her like some sort of lovesick fool. She was restrained in her mannerisms. Her voice a sweet melody, she gestured a lot with her elegantly manicured hands but in a very controlled way. Which of course turned his thoughts to sex, and he wondered if she was that controlled in bed.

  What he would give to make her fall apart. To make her writhe beneath him and cry out his name, to see her naked body covered in sweat and hear her demand he give her more. Hell yeah, that sounded fucking fantastic…

  She was smart, she could hold her own when he challenged her in conversation and he realized she was nothing like any of the women he’d ever dated.

  That was the thing he liked about her the best.

  Mia was a lady. Polite and raised right and pretty and clean. He’d gone out with more than a few bimbos. He’d gone out with girls who were easy to get drunk, easy to get into bed and easy to leave.

  Jake had a strong feeling if he got to know her better, Mia wouldn’t be easy to leave. At all.

  That realization should’ve scared the hell out of him.

  It didn’t.

  “Thank you for dinner.” She turned to face him after they exited the restaurant, stopping just in front of the wide window that allowed them a glimpse inside the almost abandoned establishment. “It was delicious.”

  She’d let him pay, hadn’t even tried to offer to split the bill and he found that refreshing as well. “It was.”

  She smiled, her teeth glowing in the soft, neon blue light from the flickering restaurant sign. “You even convinced me to try something new. I never do that.”

  He had a feeling she didn’t try a lot of new things. “Glad I could turn you on to something different.”

  “You definitely did.” There seemed to be hidden meaning in her words, and he wanted to smile. But he restrained himself.

  “Walk you to your car?” He waved toward the parking lot.

  “That would be great.”

  They headed toward a small silver Jetta, one of the few cars in the lot including his truck. He allowed himself to fall behind a few steps, admiring the view. She walked with an effortless grace, almost as if she floated on air, even across a crappy old asphalt parking lot. The swish of her hips, the bounce of her ass and her legs. He could see those long legs wrapped tight around him as he plunged deep.

  And just like that he had a hard on. Nothing he could do about it either because he knew there was no way he was getting in this woman’s panties tonight. She was almost untouchable.

  But he was a
patient man. He’d gone this long without a woman. He could go a little longer. Mia would be worth it.

  “I want to see you again,” he blurted the moment she stopped by her car. No finesse, no charm, just words spilling out of him like he had no control.

  “I would like that.” She shuffled her feet, drawing his attention to the high-heeled sandals she wore and her sexy red toenails. “I, um, well maybe you would be interested in going with me tomorrow? To a barbecue my boss is hosting at his house?”

  Jake stood straighter. That sounded serious. And she wouldn’t look him in the eye. What was up with that? “You want to introduce me to Larry?” From everything he’d figured about Larry, he wasn’t much of a fan.

  “Well, uh, this is so awkward.” She lifted her chin, her gaze meeting his. “I have a proposition to make you.”

  He cocked a brow. “A proposition? Now this sounds interesting.”

  “Nothing dirty.” She slapped lightly at his shoulder, the glancing contact sending a bolt of heat straight through him. “I need you to pretend to be my steady boyfriend, like we’ve been going out for months. Just for the afternoon at Larry’s. What do you think?”

  “I think.” He paused, his mind coming up with all sorts of ideas, all of them wicked. “I think if you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend then we need to get in some practice first.”

  Her brows lowered and she frowned. “Practice? What do you mean?”

  “I mean I haven’t even kissed you yet.” Feeling bold, he snatched her hand in his and yanked her close. She fell against him, her hands braced against his chest, her sweet little body molded against his. “Don’t you think we should make sure we’re compatible?”

  “I think we’re plenty compatible,” she murmured, her gaze locked on his mouth. As if she couldn’t think of anything else but kissing him.

  “Yeah, but it’s best we make sure.” Her gaze met his, wide and so blue and for a moment he lost himself in her eyes. Shaking himself from his Mia-induced trance, he dipped his head. Settled his mouth on hers.

  He felt the zing of electricity, the instant connectedness the moment their mouths touched. Her lips parted, and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her, reveling in her. His head spun, his cock twitched and he settled his hands on her waist. Gripped her there for fear he’d let his hands wander too far and piss her off.

  The very last thing he wanted to do was piss this woman off. He liked her too much.

  They kissed for minutes, for hours, he wasn’t sure how long. All he knew was he didn’t want it to end. He broke away from her tempting lips to kiss her neck, earning a full body shiver from her and she wound her arms around his neck. Gripped his hair with her fingers.

  She liked that. He’d have to remember that for later.

  No doubt there would definitely be a later.

  Finally, she shoved at his shoulders, as if she needed a little space. Her breath came rapidly, her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was so swollen he could only stare at it. Wished he was still kissing her.

  “I think—I think we’re definitely compatible,” she said a little breathlessly.

  He silently agreed.

  Chapter Three

  Mia still couldn’t believe he said yes. She pressed her clammy palms together, then rubbed them on the skirt of her cotton dress. Her pale green, halter style dress that probably showed too much skin, but she couldn’t resist it when she saw it at the mall yesterday. And it had been on sale, making the purchase extremely practical.

  She was all about the practical.

  Now she sat inside Jake’s truck. The both of them were silent as he drove to her boss’s house. He hadn’t even batted an eyelash when she made the suggestion last night. And that kiss…good Lord, that kiss. She would’ve stripped off all her clothing and demanded he do her right there against her car if it would’ve continued.

  It was like her very dream come true.

  He’d looked rather pleased with himself once she’d finally forced them to stop. Listened attentively when she told him what she needed from him.

  Dress casual but neat, be quiet and attentive; he needed to act more than anything absolutely comfortable with her. As if they’d been together for almost a year since that was when she made up the little story. They needed to behave as if they were a true couple in every sense of the word.

  “That won’t be a problem,” he’d told her in that warm, sexy voice. A knowing glimmer shone in his green eyes. As if he was going to enjoy every minute pretending to be her boyfriend.

  He’d kissed her again. One single, gentle kiss that left her wanting more and then he was gone. Backing away from her so she could get in her car, he’d watched her start it, back up and pull out of the lot. She caught sight of him standing where she left him in her rearview mirror as she’d turned onto the street.

  The memory of him watching her had left her feeling protected the rest of the drive home.

  But could they pull it off today? If she could convince her boss she had someone else and didn’t much appreciate his not-so-subtle advances, it would be a huge relief. That she even had to worry about this was something that went against her better judgment but she really didn’t have a choice. This was her job and at the moment, they weren’t easy to come by.

  She slid a glance in Jake’s direction. He’d dressed casual and neat, just as she asked. White polo shirt that offset his tanned skin and jeans, nice jeans that weren’t faded or had holes in them. His brown hair looked slightly damp at the ends, and he must’ve showered before coming to get her.

  The thought of him naked beneath a hot spray of water sent her temperature spiking and she immediately banished the thought.

  No point in getting hot and bothered just before she was at her boss’s house, right?

  “Should we go over our dating history?” she asked, desperate to fill the silence.

  He shot her a wicked grin. “We’ve been together nine months. You even stood by me when I was injured.”

  Her brows lifted. He’d told her about his near fatal injury last night. It blew her mind he could be so nonchalant about it. “I’m a faithful girlfriend, I guess.”

  “Yeah, you are. I know we need to convince this Larry guy that we’re for real. But we don’t need to give too many details, do we?”

  “Not really. We just need to be in sync, you know?” He seemed totally on board but one silly slip and they would end up looking like fools.

  “Absolutely.” He nodded once, focused on driving since the traffic suddenly grew heavy.

  She waved toward the right when they came to an intersection. “Turn here.”

  He did as she instructed, his movements easy, his posture relaxed. She envied his mood. Wished she wasn’t so wound up. It felt as if everything was at stake this afternoon. As if she needed to work her hardest at impressing a man who didn’t deserve all of her worry.

  Her boss took total advantage of her, she was finally starting to realize. And yet…she couldn’t do anything about it. Not yet.

  “Hey.”

  She glanced up, saw that they were sitting at another red light and Jake watched her, a concerned expression on his gorgeous face. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze before he released her.

  “I just need you to follow my lead. Don’t deviate,” she said, her voice weak, her entire body buzzing from his simple touch. He had nice hands. Big and strong and slightly calloused. She wondered what they would feel like sliding over her skin…

  He flashed her a naughty grin. “Sorry. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” His gaze drifted down her front. She’d never been so brazenly checked out before until she met him.

  She had to admit she liked it.

  “Don’t know if I can maintain that promise, though, with you in that dress,” he added.

  Mia glanced down at herself. “What do you mean?”

  “You look amazing in it.” His gaze now linger
ed on her bare shoulder. “Lots of skin.”

  It wouldn’t do to mention she wore no bra. She didn’t really need it, she wasn’t particularly big in that area and it wouldn’t work with the halter style of her dress. One tug on the tie at the base of her neck and she’d be completely exposed. She couldn’t help but envision Jake doing exactly that.

  But now she worried. Was it too much? “You don’t think it’s inappropriate, do you? Maybe you should turn around and go back to my place so I can change. I don’t want to look too…you know.” She waved her hand around.

  “Cheap?” he offered.

  With a nod she wrinkled her nose. “Yes, exactly.”

  “You definitely don’t look cheap. Elegant and sexy, absolutely, but cheap? No way.”

  “Oh.” Mia didn’t know what to say. He thought she looked elegant and sexy? Hearing him say it suddenly made her feel elegant and sexy.

  She liked the way he made her feel. The way he looked at her, paid attention when she talked, the things he said. As if he was totally into her. Oh, she might be projecting a bit since they barely knew each other but he made her feel…wanted.

  No man had ever made her feel truly wanted before.

  They arrived at Larry’s house mere minutes later. Jake pulled into the curved driveway, maneuvering past the parked cars until he found an empty spot. Too eager to wait any longer, she opened the door. Could hear the sound of music and laughter drifting from the backyard as she slipped out of the truck. Smoothing her skirt out with shaky hands, she reached for the tie at the back of her neck to make sure it was secure. She watched as Jake slid out of the truck, his movements careful, as if he was afraid he might hurt himself and she immediately felt sorry for him. Was he hurting right now? He never complained so she didn’t have a clue.

  But he didn’t want her sympathy, he’d never asked for it. She wasn’t about to give it to him for she had a feeling it would make him upset. And right now she needed a happy, agreeable Jake.

  Jake, her fake boyfriend.

  He went to her, reaching for her arm so that it circled about his. “Ready?”

  Breathing deep, she nodded, unable to find her voice. She must’ve looked panicked because he frowned.