It's another 20 Days of Love and romance is in the air for Dana Mitchell and Fletcher Morrison. Today, 20 Days of Love is serving up a heaping dish full of sweet romance, W Parks Brigham/Texas style. Come on in and read a little...
Snobbish Diva, Dana Mitchell said she wasn’t desperate for a man even if her biological clock was ticking…or was she. She did accept a date to go out with greasy truck driver Fletcher Morrison to spite her mother, and had an unexpected life changing experience.
Everyone said he was crazy to think the spoiled Mitchell Princess would give him the time of day. Certainly wouldn’t consider dating him nor would she accept his family baggage. But she did and now has only one thing on her mind that even he couldn’t believe.
Dana pulled into the hotel for valet parking and was ready to make the best of the evening. Like she’d said, after tonight it would be all over.
Wow, thought Fletcher as he watched her enter the lobby. She was absolutely stunning with her long, flowing hair hanging past her shoulders down her back. Her dark-streaked, auburn hair color stood out against her dark, honey-colored complexion and her jeweled, black bolero sweater. He loved the sway of her hips in the deep vibrant red dress which flowed seductively around her ample curves. Pretty-shaped calves and thick ankles were visible in multi-strapped heels. He should have been ashamed of himself, wishing the wind to blow so he could see more, but it didn’t.
Dang, thought Dana, he was waiting for her just like he said as she stepped inside. He met her with his dazzling smile, sporting two adorable dimples. That was something she never noticed before. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on his tall, lean body. And he did look good in his black slacks, which had to be tailor-made, which fit his bowed legs perfectly, along with the red, collarless sweater that hugged his tone muscles.
“Hi Dana, you made it. You look pretty, as always,” he stated, taking her hand in his.
“Thank you, Fletcher, and you also look nice,” she replied, staring up into his smiling face. Dark molasses, Gramps’s favorite syrup, was what his skin color reminded her of. His hair was neatly trimmed, including the light fuzz circling his mouth and chin. He gave her a bigger smile with his thanks…
For once Dana was not sure of herself and didn’t trust how she was feeling at the moment. His closeness and male scent was overwhelming in a pleasing kind of way. His smooth, savvy voice was absorbing on the phone, and now it was more spellbinding with a face to add to it. Every nerve in her body was longing with desire and she was becoming too comfortable and relaxed. Is this what it means to be in a vulnerable state? She wondered…
He leaned down and pulled up a medium-sized gold gift bag with red hearts. “This is for you.”
Caught completely by surprise, she said, “Thank you, Fletcher, but I wasn’t expecting anything, especially with this being so last minute. I didn’t get you anything.”
“You didn’t have to. You being my date is a gift within itself; besides, Valentine’s Day is for the ladies. And a man gets a kick out of seeing his lady happy, right fellows?”
The men agreed as she processed his last remark, seeing his lady happy. Did he think because she accepted the committee’s decision and he’d bought her some inexpensive trinket that she was his lady? Really, I don’t think so. She began to remove the tissue paper to see what he’d actually bought. The expression on her face and the perfect O shape her dark red lips formed, said she was caught by a sudden surprise, again.
Gazing into his dreamy, dark eyes which held her gaze, she said, “Fletcher, I don’t know what to say, this is so unexpected.” She leaned over and kissed his lips, leaving her ruby red lipstick behind. Reaching up to wipe it off, he caught her hand and kissed her fingertips. Tingling sparks traveled all the way down her spine to her candy dish, which caused her to cross her legs as if everyone knew the impact his kiss had.
“Dana, he truly wanted you to have a nice Valentine’s Day.” She silently agreed as her eyes followed his lean physique in the line. Not only was he cute, he smelled and looked good in his clothes; he was thoughtful and considerate. He actually took time to read her profile to learn what she liked and she was sure he paid attention to her dislikes, as well. What was she going to do about Fletcher Morrison? He was not the one!
“Dana, would you like to dance?” They were playing good stepping music.
“Sure, let’s see what cha got, Bro. Fletcher.”
“Is that a challenge, Sis. Dana?”
She smiled and dropped her little red purse in her gift bag. Fletcher took her hand and they stepped in perfect harmony, matching each other’s steps onto the dance floor. He threw in a little cha-cha-cha with her keeping up with his every move. “Very good, Sis. Dana.”
“Thank you, Bro. Fletcher.” She rewarded him with her refreshing smile, and they got in step with the group. After the second line dance, the pace was picked up with an upbeat song that had the dancers shedding sweaters, jackets, and heels. She was glad she chose the right shoes for dancing.
Fletcher was still holding Dana’s hand as they waited in the lobby with some of the other couples who had valet service. Everyone was talking about the wonderful time they’d had agreeing that the committee needed to be commended for their excellent planning. He didn’t know about the others, but he hated that the evening had come to an end and secretly prayed this wouldn’t be the first and final date for them. She was truly amazing and a joy to be with. Not one time did she show that shallow side she’d been accused of possessing. Now he needed to man up and ask her out to dinner or a movie for tomorrow night. Then, too, maybe he should keep it at a slow pace and just wait for them to be together again at the Sunday social. Sadly, he saw the attendant pull her car up.
“My car is here,” announced Dana as she glanced up at him. She didn’t want to say so, but she was not ready to leave him. Needless to say, she was raised as a prim and proper lady, and that was not the behavior she was to exhibit. But she did remember what her two advisors had said. So she did the next best thing, “Fletcher, I had a wonderful time tonight, and thank you, again, for my lovely gifts. That was so sweet of you. Maybe we can do this again sometime, you have my number.”
He wanted to catch his flip-flopping heart before it jumped right out of his body. She’d given him the okay to ask her out. “Dana, it was my pleasure, and I’m happy you like your gifts. I also had a fabulous time tonight and if you don’t have anything planned for tomorrow, maybe we can have dinner and take in a movie.” He held his breath, awaiting her answer.
“That sounds nice, Fletcher. I do have a few routine things to take care of, so after six will be good for me.”
Grinning like he’d just won the lottery, he told her after six would be great, but that he’d still give her a call. They embraced and exchanged kisses on the cheek. He paid the attendant with a little something extra and opened her door. They said good night with him wishing for a real good night kiss from her, mentally promising himself it would happen the next time…
Fletcher picked up his cell three times to call Dana. If nothing else, he could use the excuse that he was just making sure she arrived home safely. Then he thought that sounded dumb in Allanville, Texas. He then thought of a better idea which would be best due to the time. He could send a text, instead.
Just as Dana was about to put her cell away after ordering a special gift for him, she received a text. A smile surfaced as she read it: Makin sure u arriv saf / fletch… Good, she was on his mind as well, she thought.
She replied: safely in bed, thanks for being so thoughtful and sweet, again / good night.
Fluffing their pillows, they both drifted off to sleep thinking of each other and their first and next date, which would truly be a surprise for him. ♥
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