"A restaurant that overlooks the Amalfi Coast."

A dreamy sigh rolls off my lips. "I've been wanting to visit Italy, especially that coast. Your Insta pics are stunning, girl. That's one place James and I haven't been to yet together. So, when do you leave?"

"For what?"

"To meet the lemon guy."

"Yeah, that's not happening."

My jaw drops. "What? Why not?" I was kind of hoping she'd tell me she was on her way so she could come back and tell me what happened.

"Because he sounded like a fucking creeper and talked about how amazing his lemons are?" Natalie says with such sass. "Any man who talks about his junk in any way like that gets kicked out of my bed."

"I think you should go. Humor me. He could be one for the books. You never know unless you try. What else do you have going on?"

"I don't know. Watching this amazing sunset alone on my wraparound balcony in peace? Don't you have somewhere to be?"

I glance at the clock and see I have a few more minutes before I have to put on my dress. "We have the New York City Women of Impact Humanitarian Awards dinner tonight. All I have to do is put on my gown and I'm ready to ride."

"Take pics for me. What are you wearing?"

"An emerald green sequin frock James picked out for me. It's floor length with a thigh-high slit and a deep plunge neckline. My boobs don't fit though, they look massive."

"I'm sure he loves that."

I chuckle. "Oh, he does."

The bedroom door opens, and James struts in wearing a white dress shirt, a black fucking bow tie, and matching suspenders that connect to tux pants. My jaw flops to the floor as my gaze takes in the length of his body.

"Damn, baby," I say in awe. James's confidence is in his stride, the quiet way he holds himself, and how he doesn't smirk like a know-it-all. "We're gonna be late." He gives me a dirty smile that heats my blood in the best way.

"Annnnddd that's my cue," Natalie says. "I have a date with the lemon man that I apparently need to get ready for."

James leans over and I tilt my head back to give him a kiss. "If you don't want to go, then don't," I tell Natalie.

She hesitates. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I just feel like I shouldn't be drinking alone with him."

I frown. "Why's that?"

"Because I think he would give back just as good as I give. I'd want a second serving."

"And the problem is…?"

Natalie huffs obnoxiously loud into the phone. I grin, knowing I got her. "I want to do filthy, nasty things to him, okay? Like leave a mark on him so he always remembers me."

"There it is." I chuckle, my voice a little higher but full of laughter. "Despite his corny comment, you still want to hook up with him."