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Chapter Eleven — Rosalie — The Package

When I had emptied my glass, Jake stood and pulled me up by my hand. I'd been very aware of the way he touched my knee lightly. The small amount of contact sent sparks up my thigh and all the way up to my chest. It also made me a little lightheaded.

As he led the way into the room with the dance floor, the beat of the music became louder and easier to enjoy. I really liked this club. It had Latin music, and a lot of people were here to do nothing but dance; they were all really amazing.

I never liked those clubs where the dance floor was filled with guys standing around and girls rubbing their booties up on them. It was like some sort of sick mating ritual... Maybe I was just getting old.

Jake spun me out and made me giggle before pulling me back into his chest. I couldn't remember the last time I giggled. I really wasn't the type of girl to do so. But he made me feel like I could let go and have fun.

And damn could the boy move. I was thankful I always had a good sense of rhythm and could keep up. The only places I'd danced lately were at home with Aiden and at a few of Alice's family get-togethers. Her dad was widowed now for many years and always asked me to dance with him when the music was right for it.

Jake smiled as he looked into my eyes and our bodies moved in sync "Damn, mamacita, where'd you get such good moves?"

I smiled and shrugged a little, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he held my hips close. "Where did you?"

"I've got Latino blood in me. It comes with the package, I guess."

"Maybe I've got some too," I suggested, although we both knew I didn't really.

"Maybe," he agreed, smiling beautifully.

Before right now, I had no idea how much fun I could have on a date and how strongly attracted to someone I could be. Sure, I'd been attracted to the men I was with before him, but it was different; there was never a sense of freedom with them.

I felt like I could be myself and let my guard down around Jake. I even trusted him with my son without realizing it.

The DJ spoke in Spanish over the speakers. and the music changed to something slower. Jake leaned his head down against mine, and I never stopped smiling, holding on around his broad shoulders with one arm and playing with his hair with my free hand.

His arms were wrapped snuggly around my waist, and I definitely noticed it when he lightly kissed between my shoulder and neck. I felt like if he wasn't holding me so close right now, my knees might give in.

I wanted him to kiss me so badly. Was it wrong of me? Was he really too young?

He wasn't really, though; I knew that. It seemed as though he hadn't been a kid for a long time. When I was with him, I definitely felt a man's presence—he was built like a man, and he was mature.

His chest was hard against mine, and the way his jaw was defined from muscle and extremely blessed bone structure made me dizzy. I had no idea before I met him that one person could have so many good qualities.

"You smell so damn good," he whispered against my ear, making me inhale sharply at the tender feel of it. "Like coconut."

I moaned and melted into him a little more. He seemed to feel it because he only held me closer. I fisted my hand through his thick, dark locks, getting a better feel of it.

"It's my body lotion," I responded stupidly.

God, why couldn't I just say something sexy or thank him like any other girl probably would have?

He hummed and told me he liked it. I asked him if we could get another drink, needing to step away before I burst into flames.

He took my hand again, and on our way off the dance floor, we were stopped by a friend of his.

"Hola, Jake." He said something else in Spanish, smiling at me.

"This is Rosalie. Rose, this is Hector. We went to high school together."

"Nice to meet you, Hector," I smiled, shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Rosalie. If this Latino doesn't work out for you, be sure to call me up," he laughed.

Jake punched him in the arm and told him to shut up.

"Nah, I'm only kidding, chula. You found yourself a good one."

"I know." I nodded.

Jake looked sideways at me, and I only smiled wider, moving my hand to hold onto his arm.

"Well, I'll leave you two to it. Just wanted to say hi."

"Okay, thanks man. I'll see you around."

Jake and I continued to the bar, where there was a bit of a wait. He held me from behind, placing his chin down on my shoulder.

"What was he saying to you before in Spanish?" I asked.

"He was just saying he saw us on the dance floor but didn't want to interrupt."

"Oh," I nodded. "Was he a friend of yours?"

"Kind of. I see him all the time around the neighborhood, and he's brought his car into the shop a few times. I was never really too tight with him though."

I nodded again and saw we were almost up. "What do you want?" I asked.

He thought for a second. "Water?"

I placed my hands over his arms around my stomach and leaned towards the bartender when he came to us. "Two bottles of water, please."

Jake paid again, and we made our way back to the couches in the other room. I would have paid, but I knew he'd refuse because it was a date, and traditionally, men were expected to pay.

When we sat down again, he asked me about my family. I told him that my parents had died when I was fourteen, and he seemed really compassionate about it.

"It's okay. It was awhile ago," I told him so it wouldn't affect our night.

He changed the subject to high school and asked if I was ever a cheerleader.

I laughed. "No. What? Just 'cause I'm blonde?"

"No, not just because you're blonde... Because you're tall, and sexy... and athletic."

"No... I wasn't always so cool," I joked.

"I bet that's not true. You were probably the most popular girl in school."

"Were you?" I asked.

"The most popular girl in school?"

I laughed and shook my head. "The most popular guy," I corrected.

"Nope, I was the smartest." He placed his hand on his chest and held his head high as if to prove he was proud of himself.

"Of course you were." It didn't surprise me at all. He was very smart.

When we were done with our waters, we went back onto the dance floor for close to another hour. He was hungry afterwards and asked if I wanted to go for some food.

"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry too."

He stood as he held my hand and gave me a concerned look.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know of any organic places."

I hit his arm just as he began laughing. He was such a tease.

"I told you not everything has to be organic. Come on, take me for some Mexican food. I want tacos."

"Okay, mami, I know the perfect place."

He drove to the restaurant, which was packed even at this time of night, and introduced me to some other people he seemed to know at the restaurant.

After we were seated and ordered, I sat back with a smile, looking over at his gorgeous face.

"Thanks for taking me dancing. It was really fun."

"You're very welcome. Will you do it with me again sometime?"

I nodded, smiling because there'd be a next time.

"My friend Alice, the one you met," I began.

He nodded.

"I was invited to a Christmas party that the company her husband works for is hosting. If you don't have plans for Friday night, I'd like for you to come with Aiden and me." I asked. "It's a casino type thing where all the profit goes to charity."

"I'll be your date, chica. I'd be crazy not to."

"Great, thanks."

"You're very welcome."

Our food arrived, and we ate while discussing our favorite music and movies. On the drive home, he asked me about Aiden's father.

"I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, but I was just wondering."

"No, it's okay." It was perfectly normal that he wanted to know, although this early, I couldn't bring myself to tell him much. I'd never told anyone before.

"Aiden and I left two years back. It wasn't a good situation," I explained.

"So he's not in Aiden's life at all?"

"No... And it's a good thing. Aiden never liked him much... Neither did I really." I shrugged, looking down into my lap.

"I'm sorry I..."

"No, no, it's okay. It's a perfectly normal question to ask. I just don't like thinking of him." Especially considering I always had that fear deep down that he'd somehow find us.

I had no idea if he was happy to be rid of us or furious that I took his son. I guess I could never know since Adam and I didn't contact each other. The only thing that connected us was a private bank account.

"Okay, we won't talk about it again. I don't really want to talk about the guy anyway."

He pulled my hand into his again. I leaned back against the headrest the remainder of the way back to my place.

Jake walked me up to my door, where I was suddenly more nervous than I was about the whole date. I knew the kiss was coming, and as much as I wanted it and as excited as I was, I was still nervous.

He didn't speak, instead, pulled me in by my hand like he had before and raised his other hand to my face, pushing my hair aside.

I glanced down at his lips, not really caring how obvious I was being. They were so full and soft looking... and... approaching mine.

I closed my eyes and soon felt his lips on mine. I became consumed by him instantly, wrapping my arms around his waist so he'd get closer. My face was now is his hands, guiding our kiss.

His breath was soft against my lips as he whispered, "Let me taste you," sending sparks right into my lower stomach.

I moaned as I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine. His kiss was warm and kind, yet hot with passion. It only grew when he pressed me into my door and felt his way down my neck and over my shoulders with his hands.

I wanted to shove my hands up his shirt to feel his skin but didn't, knowing that even though I may want more than this, right now wasn't the time.

I moaned and pulled back slightly, looking up at him as he smiled down at me.

"Wow," I whispered.

"I second that," he agreed, leaning down to peck my lips.

He finally stepped back and squared his shoulders, making him appear even bigger than usual.

"Thank you again," I told him.

"No, thank you."

I giggled again and bit my lip. "Okay, so I'll see you soon?"

He nodded. "I'll call you tomorrow when I get out of work."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Buenas noches, mami."

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