dance of speech.
“Kinsley, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Your friend here has filled me in on a little bit about you, so it's nice to finally put a beautiful face to the name.” His thick fingers coiled around my palm, lifting it to his lips.
And they were more than I imagined. They were soft, gentle, firm; the perfect lips dressing the perfect face.
Okay, what's this? Who's this?
Settling myself, I took in a slow deep breath, and forced my head to clear. “It's nice to meet you too, Layne.” My eyes darted to my friends, who looked like they were about to drool and collapse onto the table. “But my friends here, haven't told me yet exactly what is going on, maybe you can fill me in?”
“May I?” he asked, holding the back of a chair.
Lynn shuffled in her seat, pulling the chair away from the table. “Please, do.”
“Thank you.” Sitting his massive form down, he cupped his hands on the table top. “Well, to put it bluntly, I'm here for you. I'm here to help you with your little problem.”
“Problem?” I asked, eyeing Gina and Lynn. The two girls smiled, and sipped their drinks simultaneously, glancing off into the crowd on the dance floor.
“From what I understand, you're single, and looking for love. Th—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said, cutting him off. “Love? No, I'm not looking for love.”
“Kinsley, no one ever thinks their looking for love, but that's what they all want. Love doesn't have to be forever with someone. It can be finding out when your with the right person how to love yourself, how to love your life.”
“What the hell is going on? Is this a blind date? Did they tell you to try and swoon me with sweet words?”
Layne let out a deep baritone laugh, drawing his hand over his jaw. My stomach flipped with desire, skin breaking in goosebumps as his eyes fell onto my face.
“No, it's not like that at all. They told me you were single and that they were worried you'd be single forever. That's where I come in.”
“Did they tell you why I was single?” Cocking my head, I shot angry eyes at my friends.
I didn't know what the hell they were thinking, or why they would try and have the sexiest man ever come and spill romantic statements on love and life to me.
Even if he did make my mind swirl in electric sparks, and my muscles jerk to life in a way I hadn't felt in years; I wasn't looking for love.
“No they didn't, and it doesn't matter. Let me tell you what I do know, and what my role is, alright?”
“Okay, I guess,” I said, fiddling with the cocktail napkin under my drink.
I couldn't understand it, but I was suddenly really nervous. The way he looked at me, the way his voice flowed off his lips with the richness of smooth cognac.
Eyes are the window to the soul, the light that feeds our drive and yields all memories. A man's eyes are supposed to speak volumes about who they are, and his drew me in, holding me hostage with magnetic power.
He was alluring in so many ways; the way his eyes pierced my heart, the way he moved his hands as he spoke, the gentle puff of his chest as he shifted in his seat; it set my brain on autopilot.
And I couldn't stop my body from lighting up in warm desire.
“I know you're a single mom, I know you used to love going out and enjoying the world around you. I also know you hate musicals, and porcelain dolls, because you think they're creepy. And I know you have no idea on how to get a man, that's why I'm here. I'm a...” Pausing, his lip lifted to his cheek. “A dating coach, I guess is the best way to put it.” Layne's arms curled, flexing to rock, smile peeling up on one side.
“A what?” My body slumped forward, shoulders falling with the realization my friends had hired someone to help me find a man.
Seriously?!?!
“Look, I don't like labels, but I can help you with your issue. I'll work with you to help you learn what guys look for in a woman, and what you should look for in a guy. I'll teach you the cues to
“Kinsley, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Your friend here has filled me in on a little bit about you, so it's nice to finally put a beautiful face to the name.” His thick fingers coiled around my palm, lifting it to his lips.
And they were more than I imagined. They were soft, gentle, firm; the perfect lips dressing the perfect face.
Okay, what's this? Who's this?
Settling myself, I took in a slow deep breath, and forced my head to clear. “It's nice to meet you too, Layne.” My eyes darted to my friends, who looked like they were about to drool and collapse onto the table. “But my friends here, haven't told me yet exactly what is going on, maybe you can fill me in?”
“May I?” he asked, holding the back of a chair.
Lynn shuffled in her seat, pulling the chair away from the table. “Please, do.”
“Thank you.” Sitting his massive form down, he cupped his hands on the table top. “Well, to put it bluntly, I'm here for you. I'm here to help you with your little problem.”
“Problem?” I asked, eyeing Gina and Lynn. The two girls smiled, and sipped their drinks simultaneously, glancing off into the crowd on the dance floor.
“From what I understand, you're single, and looking for love. Th—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said, cutting him off. “Love? No, I'm not looking for love.”
“Kinsley, no one ever thinks their looking for love, but that's what they all want. Love doesn't have to be forever with someone. It can be finding out when your with the right person how to love yourself, how to love your life.”
“What the hell is going on? Is this a blind date? Did they tell you to try and swoon me with sweet words?”
Layne let out a deep baritone laugh, drawing his hand over his jaw. My stomach flipped with desire, skin breaking in goosebumps as his eyes fell onto my face.
“No, it's not like that at all. They told me you were single and that they were worried you'd be single forever. That's where I come in.”
“Did they tell you why I was single?” Cocking my head, I shot angry eyes at my friends.
I didn't know what the hell they were thinking, or why they would try and have the sexiest man ever come and spill romantic statements on love and life to me.
Even if he did make my mind swirl in electric sparks, and my muscles jerk to life in a way I hadn't felt in years; I wasn't looking for love.
“No they didn't, and it doesn't matter. Let me tell you what I do know, and what my role is, alright?”
“Okay, I guess,” I said, fiddling with the cocktail napkin under my drink.
I couldn't understand it, but I was suddenly really nervous. The way he looked at me, the way his voice flowed off his lips with the richness of smooth cognac.
Eyes are the window to the soul, the light that feeds our drive and yields all memories. A man's eyes are supposed to speak volumes about who they are, and his drew me in, holding me hostage with magnetic power.
He was alluring in so many ways; the way his eyes pierced my heart, the way he moved his hands as he spoke, the gentle puff of his chest as he shifted in his seat; it set my brain on autopilot.
And I couldn't stop my body from lighting up in warm desire.
“I know you're a single mom, I know you used to love going out and enjoying the world around you. I also know you hate musicals, and porcelain dolls, because you think they're creepy. And I know you have no idea on how to get a man, that's why I'm here. I'm a...” Pausing, his lip lifted to his cheek. “A dating coach, I guess is the best way to put it.” Layne's arms curled, flexing to rock, smile peeling up on one side.
“A what?” My body slumped forward, shoulders falling with the realization my friends had hired someone to help me find a man.
Seriously?!?!
“Look, I don't like labels, but I can help you with your issue. I'll work with you to help you learn what guys look for in a woman, and what you should look for in a guy. I'll teach you the cues to
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