The doorbell rings at six o'clock on the dot. I lay a hand across my lower abdomen as a thousand tiny butterflies take flight.
Inhaling a deep breath, I tell myself to calm down.
It's just dinner.
Nothing more.
A small thrill zings through me as I open the door. Matteo's dark eyes slide over my body, giving me the once-over. He never specified where we were going and I didn't want to open up a line of communication by texting him, so I chose an outfit consisting of white shorts, a navy-blue blouse, and silver sandals with a short heel.
I'd normally wear a skirt, but that option was a no-go after what happened in the limo the night he gave me a ride home from the club. Wearing an extra layer is a weak defense mechanism, but I have to protect myself any way I can when it comes to th
