Ghouls Rush In (The Peyton Clark Series) by H.P. Mallory

Author:H.P. Mallory
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2014-05-20T04:00:00+00:00

Ryan picked me up from the Omni hotel at seven p.m. for our 7:15 dinner reservation. He was dressed in dark jeans, black dress shoes, and a light-blue short-sleeved button-up, which made his olive complexion appear even tanner. I’d never seen him dressed to impress before, and impressed was an understatement. He was stunningly handsome. And showing up with a dozen red roses was merely icing on the cake.

When I opened the door, he didn’t say anything for a while, but simply looked me up and down before smiling broadly. “Wow, Peyton, you really look lovely…no, you look beautiful,” he corrected himself and handed me the flowers. “These pale in comparison.”

The roses actually did pale in comparison (well color comparison anyway) because I was dressed in a dark crimson fitted dress that ended just above my knees. The bodice was low and tight and did wonders for my bust. I’d accessorized with four-inch black strappy stilettos and pulled my hair into a chignon. I thought I looked the part of sexy and glamorous mixed with classy and feminine.

I immediately smelled the flowers and beamed up at him. “Thank you, Ryan, that was really nice of you.” Then I turned toward my makeshift kitchen, and eyeing a large glass tumbler, went for it. I released the doorknob and called over my shoulder, “Come in while I put these in water.”

Ryan obeyed, closing the door behind him as I filled the glass and arranged the roses inside it, admiring them as I turned back toward him. I was more than a little surprised to find him right behind me. “Oh,” I started, taking a step back.

“Sorry, I just wanted an up-close whiff of your perfume. It smells,” he inhaled deeply, “delicious.”

“Thanks,” I answered with a smile as I leaned in and smelled his neck, suddenly needing to be near him. “So is yours.” And I wasn’t lying—his cologne smelled of something soapy and crisp, but masculine all the same. When I pulled away from him, we both just stood there awkwardly for a second or two, staring at each other as if waiting for the other to make the first move.

“We should go,” Ryan said hurriedly as he started for the door. “Don’t want to be late.”

“Yes,” I said quickly, bringing up the rear, remembering my room key at the last minute before the door closed behind us. We didn’t say anything on the walk down the hallway, or in the elevator. Even though it was just the two of us on the ride down, neither of us uttered a word. When the elevator doors opened, I had to conceal my smile as I watched two women who were waiting to take our elevator gawk at Ryan as he strode by.

“Have you been to Antoine’s before?” Ryan asked, completely unaware that he was the source of so much female attention. We waited just outside the front entry doors to the Omni hotel while the valet retrieved Ryan’s truck.

“No, I haven’t,” I answered as the valet pulled Ryan’s white Ford F350 up to the curb.

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