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have asked her to stay with her. Waving, she jumped in, and drove off up the street, heading back home to get ready for this date that she had been waiting for.
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    A rriving home, Chantal rushed in and had a shower. She wanted everything to go perfect tonight. Glancing at the clock, for the hundredth time, she saw that she still had an hour before Joey came to pick her up.
    Smiling to herself, she could not wait to spend some alone time with him, just her and Joey. Every time she had tried to do just that, either a customer came up or one of his friends did, but tonight no one was going to interrupt them.
    Reaching for her lotion, she started to apply it to her legs, moving slowly down one and back up, making sure it had absorbed in. After doing the same to the other one, she moved onto her arms, then the rest of her body. Once she was happy, she reached for her dress and pulled it on. She adjusted the straps, as she didn’t want it to be that tight and then pulled on her black thong. Standing there in front of the mirror, she applied a light amount of make-up, curled the tips of her hair, but left it down, and she was done. I look pretty damn hot . Reaching for her black heels and bag, she made her way out into the kitchen to grab a drink.
    Pouring a glass of wine, she contemplated on whether to call Skylar, knowing full well that if she did, she would tear into her for calling. Shaking her head, she moved to the back door and looked outside. God, the sunset was beautiful here; the colors in the sky were mostly red and orange. It always caught her breath. About to move away, she heard a truck pull up out front. Grinning, she strolled to the door when she heard footsteps on her verandah. Joey was early; maybe he was as excited about this date as she was.  She opened the door for him, and was surprised as to who was there, standing in front of her.
    She held in a groan as she glanced over him. He was wearing a tight pair of old ripped jeans, and a black t-shirt that emphasized his chest and arms. She didn’t want to look down, but she did.  Of course, he was wearing his old pair of biker boots. Sweet Jesus , she loved them on him.
    She crossed her arms over her chest, mostly in frustration, but also to hide her erect nipples. “What are you doing here, Dominic?”

Chapter 8
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    D om stopped in front of Chantal’s place. He couldn’t stay away from her. Having seen her at the bar earlier, after a couple weeks of no contact, he needed to see, touch, smell, and even taste her in any way.  Stepping out of his truck, he walked up and knocked, hoping she was in. When the door opened, he lost all the breath in him.
    There in front of him, stood his angel.
    Dom whistled. “Damn, Chantal.”
    Dressed in a purple and silver hugging dress, her body was perfection. She wasn’t small, or big. She fit him perfectly. When she crossed her arms over her chest, he smiled to himself, knowing that he still affected her. She was in denial as to how she felt towards him.
    He watched as she glanced over him, and held back the groan he wanted to voice; she had absolutely no idea what she did to him. He moved towards her, and even when she backed away from him, he kept going forward. He needed to touch her, but did not want to push it too far. Leaning his body against hers, he could not help but run his nose along her throat and up to her ear.
    When she whimpered, he nearly lost it. It was the sweetest thing he had ever heard come from her, and as she leaned to the side, giving in to him, he went for it. “God, you smell amazing. Even better is what you would taste like, babe,” he groaned.
    She started to push him away, but he needed this as much as she did. He reached for her hand and placed it over her stomach. Grinning, he knew when it clicked in her mind as to what he was going to do, right then. When she opened her eyes slowly, she looked down. She wasn’t going to look at him; he knew that, but he was