from Oregon less than a year ago. He had a business degree and ambitions to one day open his own brokerage company. The closest thing Peyton had to family in the Bay Area was an old college buddy. And although he claimed to have a close relationship with his parents, Peyton always changed the subject when questioned about them. That didnât bother Reyna; she didnât want to discuss Jewel or her runaway father, either.
It was Friday, and Peyton had promised to make it a night sheâd never forget after she revealed sheâd never been on a real date before. At first Peyton didnât believe her, but then she shared how sheâd grown up in the church under strict supervision.
At 6:00 P.M . sharp, the telephone rang. It was Peyton at the security gate, seeking access to the exclusive subdivision. After buzzing him in, Reyna rushed to the vanity and sprayed Mariah Careyâs fragrance on her neck and pulse points. After the Chase disaster, sheâd thrown out Halle Berryâs fragrance. The doorbell chimed just as she slipped on the black stilettos. âThis is my night,â Reyna declared, then raced to the front door.
âHello. I . . .â she said after opening the door.
The red long-stemmed roses resting in the crook of Peytonâs arm took her breath away. The cologne he was wearing didnât help, either. The black Versace suit must have been tailor-made to fit his chiseled torso so perfectly. His even skin appeared darker than when they first met. Either Peyton had a tanning salon membership or he spent countless hours lying in the sun. His beard had been trimmed, making his thin lips appear bigger and more attractive.
Using his free hand, Peyton took her hand and raised it to his lips. âHello, my beautiful Reyna.â
She was no match for his cologne combined with his soft touch. Reyna exhaled and almost fell when she attempted to lean against a wall that wasnât there. Peyton caught her just in time.
âAre you all right?â he asked once heâd steadied her.
Reyna downplayed her embarrassment. âIt must be these shoes. I lost my balance.â There was no way sheâd let this man know heâd blown her mind in less than sixty seconds. She stepped to the side. âPlease come in. Itâll just take me a minute to grab my wrap.â
âWhere would you like for me to put these?â he called after her.
Reyna stopped mid-stride. âHe must think Iâm a moron,â she mumbled to herself before turning around and offering him a smile. âThank you. Iâll put those in water first.â
âWhy donât you let me do that?â he offered. âJust show me where you keep the vases.â
He followed Reyna into the kitchen. âLet me get that for you,â he said when Reyna reached into the top cabinet.
Her skin burned while his body pressed slightly against hers as he retrieved the crystal vase. Now she wished for long hair again so she couldnât feel his warm breath against her neck. Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus . . . She mentally recited the books of the Bible to calm her nerves. âWhere the heck did that come from?â she scolded.
âWhat did you say?â Peyton asked.
Reyna cleared her throat and stepped away. âNothing. Be back in two minutes.â
Inside her bedroom, Reyna decided Mariah Careyâs fragrance yielded better results. Never in a million years did she think sheâd be attracted to a white guy, but so far Peyton was the total package. He was attractive, attentive, and came with his own resources.
When Reyna returned from the third-level bedroom, the vase filled with roses rested beautifully on the granite countertop, but Peyton was nowhere to be found. Reyna retraced her steps into the living room. Still no Peyton.
âPeyton,â she called out.
âDown here.â The distant response came from the bottom level.
âWhat the heck is he doing roaming