I couldn’t afford to mes this up. I was more than certain this was my only shot to convince Jackie to start seeing me. If tonight didn’t go well, that would be it. She wouldn’t be giving me another chance. For whatever reason, I’d lucked into our date tonight, and I was going to make good use of it.
I climbed the steps to her house, more anxious than I could remember being in a long time. She’d attempted to give me some bullshit excuse about meeting me at the restaurant rather than having me pick her up. I’d let her know it wasn’t an option. I had, after all, seen her ditch her last date at the bar and I refused to be relegated to the same treatment as that poindexter had gotten. Besides, we weren’t going to a restaurant. I had other plans for us. Plans I was hoping she’d like.
I knocked on the door, and Jackie swung it open, looking even more gorgeous than she usually did. How was that even possible? She was wearing a light blouse that tied just below her belly button. I had no idea what it was made of, but it was flowy with a V-neck that showed just enough of her cleavage to keep it on your mind all night. Beige dress shorts and strappy gold heels accented her toned legs. Jackie had nice legs. Hell, Jackie had nice everything.
“You look exceptional,” I said, still gawking.
She drew in a deep breath. “Thank you.” She glanced down to the flowers I held in my hand, knocking me out of my trance.
I cleared my throat. “These are for you.” I held them out for her, and she smiled, bringing the cluster forward to sniff them. When her forehead wrinkled in confusion, I knew she’d spotted the note I’d placed in the middle.