Perfect for You

And I thought I'd get something to eat."
    "There's curry I made in the fridge. Help yourself."
    Anna made a noncommittal reply. "So what time is your date?"
    As if on cue, her buzzer sounded.
    "I'll get it," Anna said, shooting off the bed and out of the room.
    "Damn it." That's all she needed—her sister talking to Greg. Quickly she slipped her shoes on, swiped some lipstick, and checked herself in the mirror. She wondered if she needed more jewelry, but then opted against it. Her earrings and anklet were enough.
    She took a deep breath. The butterflies she'd been feeling all afternoon all took flight at once.
    This was it.
    If his kisses were any indication, sex with Greg would be off the charts. A twelve on the Richter scale of love. Disney would call the most innocent of his kisses X-rated. They were steamier than the steamiest kiss she'd ever had.
    Actually, she wasn't certain she had ever had a steamy kiss before Greg. Right now, she was hard pressed to remember one.
    If anyone could get her juices flowing, so to speak, it was Greg.
    Connor's face popped into her mind. Wincing, she pushed it aside. Connor was different, more of a forever type of guy than a muse-tempter. She'd give him her attention on Friday.
    Tonight was just about her and Greg.
    With a deep, steadying breath, she wrapped her violet pashmina shawl around her herself, grabbed her clutch, and went down to start the evening's adventure.
    He looked good enough to eat. He wore a black suit with a blue shirt that matched his eyes. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the collar of his shirt was undone, drawing her eyes to the tanned hollow of his neck. He'd gotten his hair trimmed, though it was still longer than she'd expect on a professional. It looked soft, and all she could think about was running her hands through it and fastening her mouth to that bared spot of his neck.
    Anna grinned at her like she could read her thoughts. "You kids have a good time. Make sure you're home by curfew."
    "Please excuse my sister," Freya said to Greg. "She was dropped on her head a couple times as a kid."
    He smiled. "That would explain things."
    "Hey," Anna exclaimed. "I'm right here."
    "And we're gone." Freya kissed her sister's cheek. "Don't burn down my flat, and no sex on my couch."
    Greg chuckled as he escorted her out. "Does your couch see a lot of action?"
    She snorted. "I'm pretty sure my couch is a virgin."
    "Hmm."
    She gave him a sidelong glance. "If you keep that train of thought up, we won't make it to dinner."
    "We can't go back yet, because Anna is still watching us."
    "That brat." Freya looked over her shoulder. "She is?"
    "Of course she is. She wouldn't be able to resist." He stopped next to his car and held out a creamy white rose. "I got this for you. Normally I wouldn't think to get you a rose, but when I saw this one I thought of you. Its petals are velvety like your skin—" he brushed the flower on her cheek and then trailed it across her mouth in a feather-light touch—"and it's ripe and full like your lips."
    She shivered, feeling goose bumps rise on her arms. She took it from him, touching her lips to his in a soft, prolonged thank you.
    They quietly held hands on the drive, a heightened awareness between them. A couple times she almost asked where they were going but then decided to preserve the excitement that charged the atmosphere around them. There was something to be said for the element of surprise.
    Needless to say, when they pulled into the parking lot under the Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park she was a little puzzled.
    Since it was after hours, she couldn't imagine what they were doing there. She looked at Greg inquisitively. He wore a pleased expression. He took her hand—which was a guilty pleasure in itself—and confused her further by leading her away from the museum.
    "Okay," she muttered under her breath.
    He chuckled softly and squeezed her hand. "Your patience is to be commended. I would've thought you'd be jumping all over me, wondering where we're going."
    "Would that have gotten me anywhere?"
    "No," he laughed.
    She smiled ruefully. "I didn't think so."
    They walked to another set of buildings. If she remembered correctly, they were the aquarium and museum of natural sciences, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure since they were at the back and there were no signs except for the general "Do Not Enter" and "Employees Only" warnings. It was at a similarly marked door that Greg guided her to. She frowned,