“Are you any good at pool?” Derrek wasn’t sure a woman like Jasmine would enjoy such a simple man’s pastime, but it was worth a shot if it meant she would spend more time with him.
Her eyes lit up. “They’ve already delivered it?”
“Yep.” Derrek nodded.
“Well, so long as you don’t mind getting beat by a girl, yeah, I’m all for it.”
They stopped at her apartment long enough for her to change. Derrek waited in the living room while she disappeared down the hallway. Her cat sat and stared at him, blinking. The fluffy fur ball looked at him with big blue eyes, the bluest he had ever seen on a cat. It wandered over and brushed up against his suit, purring so loud it sounded like a vacuum cleaner roaring across the carpet.
Derrek dismissed the chauffeur when Jasmine offered to drive her car back to the house. His heart fell in disappointment at the revelation. If they had taken the limo, Jasmine would have had no choice but to leave when he offered to drive her home. It wasn’t ideal, but he decided he would make the best of it anyway.
“Ready?” Jasmine appeared from the small hallway dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and tennis shoes. It was a drastic change from the formal wear, but it reminded him again, what it was he liked so much about her. She grabbed her keys from the countertop. The jeans fit her backside so snug them seemed molded to her round bottom.
Had she painted them on?
How in the world will I be able to look at her and keep my mind on pool?