Salty Kisses

Chapter NINE

Chapter NINE

My hair is now twisted in a towel while I dry myself with another towel. I pick one of my sexiest underwear because I have the intention of showing it off tonight. The dress I decide on doesn't require a bra and I hope with all my heart that it makes the date so much harder for him. The open back dress is also very clingy and a dark fuchsia which makes the tone of my skin pop. I wore that dress to a Bachelorette party two years ago and never thought I would wear it again. It's sexy, I won't lie and it'll give London a "hard" time.

The blow dryer makes me hot and bothered but I have to make my hair perfect. It's my first date with London, it has to be special.

With only my thong on, I'm startled when I see a naked London coming out of the bathroom.

"Do you, by chance, have sweatpants or something I could wear to go home and put on clothes?"

I look at him slowly. Every little detail of him, his tattoos and scars. Yeah, he has a scar on his leg and I haven't noticed it before now.

"I have...I have purple jogging pants if you don't mind the color."

He frowns. "No black or gray. I guess purple will do."

I open my drawer and pull the purple fabric. "Here."

"Thanks, babe." Not thrilled about the color, I think I heard a low groan. "I hope the guys won't be around or I'll never hear the end of this."

"You all seem so close, like brothers."

"Yeah. We are." London put them on, commando and walks up to me. "You are beautiful, Aspen." A kiss on the tip of my nose follows. "I have to go. I have a date tonight."

"Me too," I say biting on my lip. "It's kind of hot to see you like this."

"Just kind of? Now, I'm bummed." He kids.

"You can wear nothing or this and you'll always be the hottest man for me."

Our eyes lock, lost in the chemistry and need to be together again. Should I move closer or should I let him? I hate to be needy but right now, I want to be with London, naked and in a bed. Or anywhere else.

"I'll see you in a few." He blows me a kiss and leaves the room.

My heart is pounding as I hear him walking down the stairs. "Oh, my god." I breathe out. "What the hell is happening to me?"

This isn't normal behavior for me. I was never that type of girl so why now? Because London is pretty fucking exceptional.

I go back to my main task, getting ready. Adding loose curls to my hair would add a little bit more sassiness than my usual flat do. I have the most boring brown hair in the world. Straight and flat, no volume possible unless I put a ton of hair chemical products.

Black Eyeliner, pale gold eyeshadow that fits perfectly with my skin and a red smudge-free lipstick. Hell yes, I feel sexy.

I put on my dress and heels and decided to meet him at his place.

Grabbing my cell phone and clutch, I lock the door behind me only to find a jaw-dropping London walking toward me. Holy shit. Black jeans paired with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, his hairstyle and dark Ray-Ban hiding his gorgeous eyes, I am gawking.

"London. You clean up nicely."

"I don't think we should be going out with you dressed that way."

Huh? "What's wrong?"

"You are way too beautiful. I won't be able to stop every man looking at you. We need a bodyguard. Fuck!"