He knew if he went home with a mate, his mama would throw one of her infamous parties. Kai smiled, thinking of his brothers’ mates kidnapping Josie while he and his brothers practiced their dance routine. Kai missed his family, and he wondered why it was hitting him so hard now. Probably because he had finally found his mate and was envisioning starting his own family with her. He was getting way ahead of himself. He had their first date to get through. Kai counted on the mate bond to endear Josie to him, but he also wanted her to want him in spite of the bond. He planned to find out more about his female on their date, and he knew being in public wouldn’t give them the privacy they needed. No, Kai would bring Josie home with him. He would cook for her in the seclusion Sixx’s house provided. Having her there would also give him insight as to whether or not she was open to living somewhere more isolated than an apartment building near downtown. Now, to figure out what to cook, and he knew just who to ask. Looking at his phone, he calculated the time difference and made the call.
“Malakai?”
“Hello, Mama. I need your help.”
Chapter Four
Josie couldn’t concentrate. She shouldn’t be working since it was Saturday, but she thought if she got a few hours in on one of the cases, it would make the time go by faster. It didn’t. The clock on her laptop was barely moving, and the words in front of her made no sense. She could think of nothing else but her date tonight. After pouring another cup of coffee, Josie went to her room and stood in front of her closet. She’d lain in bed last night thinking about every word Malakai said. Every smile. Each wink. The feel of his lips against her mouth. The way his hand wrapped around her neck. She wasn’t into breath play, but she knew about it. Was Kai into it? Or was he merely expressing possession?
Some of the books Josie read were about BDSM. She read a trilogy that didn’t sit well with her because she had read other books focused on the topic. Josie noticed a distinct difference in the way the lifestyle was explained, so she did some research to see what was true to life and what wasn’t. At thirty, Josie wasn’t a virgin, but the sexual encounters she’d had over the years were definitely vanilla. After reading about more exciting lifestyles, she found herself wondering what it would be like to stretch out over a man’s lap and let him spank her. She’d even gone so far as to watch some porn on the subject, but she felt the women in the videos were acting. Scripted movies weren’t a true indicator of what happened when a couple in a relationship played together.
Would Malakai be interested in tying her to the bed and teasing her body with his mouth and fingers? Or was he another in a long line of men who were in the sex for themselves, not caring if Josie got her release too? She couldn’t see him being selfish, but she didn’t know him at all. Josie wasn’t one to put out on a first date. If the chemistry was there, it would still be there after a few more nights out where they got to know one another. There had definitely been interest on her part when he walked her to her door, but who wouldn’t be entranced by the tall, dark, and handsome man? Now she understood what had Presley in a tizzy after her kickboxing classes.
God, her sister was going to lose her mind if she found out Malakai had asked Josie out. Josie couldn’t figure out what he saw in Josie that he didn’t see in Presley. I prefer bubbly. Was that it? Did he not like Presley’s straightforward approach to life? Her go-get-it attitude? Did he think Josie was a pushover? She needed to show him the real Josie Pierson. The one who wore fun dresses and cute shoes. The one who was as easily at home in a sports bar as she was in a chic restaurant. Malakai didn’t look like he frequented a place like Bishop’s, Presley’s favorite hangout. Josie sure didn’t frequent the place. The clientele was too stilted, just like her sister.
Maybe she should show him her funky side without going overboard with her hair and makeup. Setting her coffee down on the dresser, Josie flipped through the left side of her closet where her fun clothes were. He had seen her last night in her work attire, but she wanted to get his reaction to something less stuffy. She fingered her favorite dress. The one with a black, flared skirt, teal bodice, and black, velvet halter, fit her like a glove. She rarely wore the crinoline beneath it because it was too itchy. Instead of pairing the dress
