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Ten o clock sharp, there is a knock on my apartment door. I take a look at myself in the full length
mirror. Contacts-check, hair-check, makeup-check, boobs look perky-check, ass looks tight-check,
nothing in teeth-check, and lastly, the breath check. I cup my hand in front of my mouth and nose and
blow, and then take a whiff - smells minty from my toothpaste - perfect. Another knock sounds as I m
walking through my living room toward the door.
Coming! I call.
I unlock and open the door to reveal the most stunningly handsome man I ve ever laid eyes on.
Nick Santino is standing in my doorway with a Starbucks holder with two cups in it in one hand and a
bag in the other. He smiles brightly.
Hey there, Delilah, he says as usual.
Good morning, I say with a soft smile and step aside to let him in.
Nick walks in and I take the opportunity to look him over. He s in worn jeans and a plain white
fitted v-neck t-shirt, and damn does he look good. Those jeans hug his ass to perfection. And his t-
shirt shows off his broad shoulders, wide muscled chest, and chiseled abs. It s not fair, no man
should ever look this good clothed.
I brought you a coffee and a slice of banana nut bread. I didn t know if you had eaten yet, he
said sweetly, handing me the bag.
I smiled. Thank you, Nick.
He gives me a wink then sets the coffee holder down on the counter in the kitchen so that he can
safely extract one of the cups. I walk over to join him and he hands me my coffee. I give him a grateful
smile and take a sip.
How did you know that I like banana nut bread? I ask curiously. I don t recall ever telling him
that.
I ve seen you eating it at your desk a time or two, he answers with a shrug.
I didn t think you paid attention to such minor things, I say softly.
Nick just watches me, his face neutral. I have no idea what he s thinking.
I pay attention to more than you realize, he says, his voice low.
After I eat my banana nut bread, we head out the door. In the parking garage, Nick leads me to an
open air Jeep. Sweet! It s black and the top and doors are off. I can t help but smile. I ve always
wanted to drive in one. We hop in and buckle up. Nick slides on a pair of aviator sunglasses, which
make him look even sexier, if that s possible. I put my own sunglasses on, but I in no way look as
cool as he does. It s a beautiful day - not too hot with just the right amount of breeze and the drive to
the Bronx Zoo is just as beautiful.
Nick pays the admission, and as we walk in through the gate, he pulls out a folded piece of paper
from his back pocket. I watch him unfold it and can t help but laugh when I realize what it is. It s a
map of the zoo with a tour of all of the exhibits outlined in red.
You really have this all planned out, don t you? I giggle.
Have you ever been here? If you don t plan out where you re going, you ll never make it to
everything you want to see, Nick said seriously.
I bite my bottom lip to stop my laughter. Okay, lead the way.
First up, Bison Range! Nick said excitedly as he grabs my hand and starts speed walking
toward our destination.
It is too freaking funny and I have to laugh as I practically run to keep up with him. We hold
hands and laugh our way through the exhibits. We are a little less than half way through The Nick
Tour when I need to take a potty break. After that, we march on to the next exhibit, which is Tiger
Mountain. We maneuver our way through the crowd to get up against the glass wall. Nick lets go of
my hand and presses both of his hands against the glass as he leans in close, almost putting his face
against the glass, too. I watch him as his eyes grow wide with wonder and awe. He looks like every
other little boy around us. Apparently, he wasn t joking when he said that the tigers were his favorite.
God, look at them. They re incredible. He breathes.
I look into the exhibit to see two large tigers playing together - rolling around wrapped up in
each other, pouncing on each other, and chasing each other back and forth. They really are beautiful. I
love seeing this side of him. He s so carefree and relaxed right now - it looks good on him.
I let Nick get his fill of the tigers and wait until he s ready to move on. We eventually get to The
World of Reptiles, not something I really want to see, but Nick wants to go in. We enter the house of
the cold-blooded and I stifle a shiver at the darkened space. Reptiles freak me out. I don t like snakes
and lizards; frogs are okay, though. I guess that s because technically they are amphibians, not
reptiles. Silly, maybe, but that s how I justify it to myself. I spot a small alcove where only one or
two people could fit at a time and am curious as to what is over there. There are not a lot of people in
here to begin with, so I don t have to wait for anyone to move out of the way.
I get up close to the glass to see what s inside. Tree frogs. You know, the green ones with the big
toes and big eyes, the cute ones. That is what s in there, thank God! I m not there for more than a few
seconds when Nick s big body presses up against my back. His chin rests on my shoulder as his arms
come around my waist.
Aw, cute, he mutters, completely uninterested before turning his face into my neck and laying
light kisses there.
What are you doing? I whisper as his big hands splay across my stomach.
Nothing, he breathes, pressing his groin against my ass.
I roll my eyes when I feel his erection. Really? We re in public.
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