Viv’s gaze washed over the crowd as she neared the door. Was she looking for me? I hoped like hell she was. She’d soon realize she was way out of my league, but until then, I’d soak up the feeling of a woman like her looking at me like I was something besides a thug. Like I was better than I really was. It felt damned good.

I was sitting down to eat dinner in my office Tuesday night when I figured I’d get my phone call to Viv out of the way so I could stop worrying do damn much about it. I’d turned into a pimply kid with a crush, but thank fuck no one but me knew it.

“Hello?” she said, her tone all-business.

“Viv. Hey, it’s Kane.”

“Hi,” she said, her voice warm and silky now. “How are you?”

“Not bad. How bout you?”

She sighed lightly. “I’m good. Just got home from the gym. I’m making ramen noodles.”

“Ramen noodles?” I wrinkled my face in disgust. “That shit’s not even edible.”

“Old habits die hard,” she said, a smile in her tone. “I was so broke through college and law school that I actually started to like this stuff.”

“Well, I’m planning something better for this weekend. Is Friday night good for you?”

“Perfect. Should I meet you somewhere?”

“No, I’ll pick you up . . . if that’s okay.”

I’d realized halfway through my sentence that she might not want me to know where she lived.

“That’d be great,” she said. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Okay. Dinner reservation’s at seven, so pick you up at six-thirty?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before she spoke. “We don’t have to go anywhere fancy, you know. I’m good with pizza or burgers if you’d rather.”

Aggravation flared inside me. Did she assume I only liked to eat at dives that matched my rough appearance?

“I already booked us at Emerson’s,” I said gruffly.

“Okay, that sounds great. I insist on splitting the check, though, since going out was my idea.”

I held the phone away from my ear as I rolled my eyes. What I really wanted to do was beat the goddamned thing against my desk.

“Like hell,” I ground out. “It’s a date, Vivian, so I’m paying. Don’t worry, I’m not broke or anything.”

“I never said–” She interrupted herself. “Wait, Vivian? Am I in trouble or something?”

Her amusement exasperated the fuck out of me.

“You’re damn close, woman. You wanna be wined and dined or not?”

She gave a low hum that sounded a lot like satisfaction. My cock stirred to life from the sound.

“By you?” she said. “I most definitely do.”

“I’ll see you Friday, Viv.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

I pulled on the collar of my shirt and grunted. This fucking thing was about to strangle me. I hadn’t worn a dress shirt since I was a kid, and this was why.

And a tie? I’d never worn one before tonight. It had taken more than an hour and four different Youtube videos to get the damn thing tied.

Stopping at Viv’s door, I took in a deep breath and let it out.

Game face, Kane. It’s only a date.

I reached up and knocked high on the deep purple steel door, avoiding the flowery wreath hanging on it.

She opened it and I swallowed hard. That smile. It made me feel something I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around. And her outfit had me shifting my hips in an effort to discreetly adjust myself. She wore a fitted black dress that skimmed over all her curves just right and bright red heels.

“Hey,” she said, stepping aside so I could walk in.

“Wow. You look . . .” Fucking hot. Sexy as hell. But I couldn’t say those things to her. “ . . . really good.”

“Thank you.”

She picked up a red fabric thing and her purse from a chair.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah. Can you . . . ?” She handed me the red thing and turned around, lifting up her hair.

Oh, hell. Her neck was smooth and creamy. I fought an urge to reach out and touch it. I wanted to wrap one hand around the back of her neck, reach around her waist and just take her in. Slide my hand up into that long, dark hair and pull her back flush against my front. Let her feel how hard she’d made me.

“Uh . . . I don’t . . . what’s this?”

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “It’s a wrap. Kind of like a light sweater thing. Will you wrap it around my shoulders?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

I opened the wrap and spread it out over her shoulders. My hand brushed across one of her boobs and she stiffened.

“Fuck. Sorry.”

She laughed lightly. “You’re fine. Thanks.”

When she turned to face me, I watched her fingers as she fastened a button on the wrap. Red nails, too.

Those hands would look fucking hot wrapped around my cock.

“You look really good yourself,” she said, her gaze moving up and down me.

“Uh . . . thanks.”

I opened the door and held it for her as she walked through. At least I’d gotten one thing right.

The club’s Town Car was parked in front of her brownstone. I’d been planning to open her car door, too, but Len was already standing there. He held on to the door and grinned at Viv.

She said hi to him and slid in. As soon as he closed her door, I shook my head and gave him a look.

“The fuck are you looking at her like that for?” I whispered. “It’s creepy.”

“Sorry,” he whispered back. “I’m just happy you’re going on a date. She’s beautiful.”

“Len, keep your eyes on the road and for fuck’s sake don’t let on that this is the first date I’ve ever been on.” Now my whisper was more like a hiss. Why hadn’t I covered this shit with him before we got here?

His eyes widened with surprise. “Ever? First date ever, boss?”

I glared at him and leaned closer. “It’s gonna be over before it starts if you keep this up. Just drive the car, alright?”

“Yes, boss.” His expression turned serious and he ran around the car to open my door. I’d told him no less than fifty times that he didn’t need to open my door, but every damn time, he did it anyway.

I went to get in the car and caught a final glimpse of Len, who was giving me a covert thumbs-up. I couldn’t help it, I smiled.

“What?” Viv smiled from her seat next to me.

“Len.” I shook my head. “So are you hungry?”

“I am. I didn’t have much time for lunch today.”

“You didn’t eat ramen noodles, did you?”

She laughed. “No, I had a milkshake at the mall. I was shopping . . . for these shoes, actually.”

I liked that she’d bought new shoes for our date. And the pink flush of her cheeks when she’d admitted it just now . . . yeah, I liked that a lot.

“They look good,” I said as Len pulled into traffic. “I had to go shopping for this shirt and tie.”

“You did well.” She turned to face me. “Were you off work all day?”

“Yeah, but I stopped in earlier to get things going for the night.”

“Have you found a new bartender yet?”

I sighed deeply. “No. I’m trying to steal one away from another club. We’ve got a meeting set up next week.”

We made more small talk about our jobs until we got to Emerson’s. Len was all business when he opened our doors this time. I nodded at him and he got back in the car and headed for the club. He’d drive our VIP customers until I texted him to come pick us up.

The restaurant had tall, dark wood double doors. I held one open for Viv and she rewarded me with a smile. Her bright, warm smile had the opposite effect of her heels and nails. It made me feel soft inside. I looked at her sexy shoes again until the feeling passed.

“Mr. Kane.” A man in a suit came toward us, his hand extended to me. “We’re thrilled you’re here.”

“Thanks,” I said shortly, shaking his hand. His grip was unimpressive.

“Right this way.” He led us into the dining room, talking to me over his shoulder. “I hear Six is doing extremely well.”