More Than She Can Chew | Book Two ✔

Chapter Twenty

Their first night together was thrilling. Alissa had never had such sensual and attentive sex. He was so giving, and she was so willing.

They began talking every day, and every Friday, he'd take her somewhere new. The first time was at a jazz club in Westwood Denver. She had never seen live jazz music and had so much fun dancing with him. He could really stick with the beat, which was refreshing because not every guy she met could.

He took her out a little bit east of Denver to Aurora one Saturday evening to see a rambunctious improv show at the Vintage Theatre. They laughed their asses off together. It was good to know that they shared the same sense of humor.

The last week in January, he had surprised her, taking her downtown to the upscale and clubby Capital Grille steakhouse. In the two years she had lived in Denver, no guy had ever treated her out to a place so nice. She was really enjoying his company, especially their nights together.

Alissa was spending Super Bowl at Sarah's with Hwan and Grace. Trevor was spending it with his guy friends, Mike, Sean, and Jared, at their favorite sports bar, Jackson's. Alissa didn't mind. Spending every weekend with Trevor these last few weeks, she only ever saw her friends at work now, so it was nice to spend some time outside of work with them, again.

"So, you and Trevor are getting serious, huh?" Sarah asked over the yelling of Hwan at the television.

Grace laughed at whatever demeaning thing Hwan said about the Patriots.

Alissa blushed, "I don't know. He's a lot of fun and really sweet, though."

"Do you have plans for Valentine's Day, yet?"

"He told me he had plans already made and to just show up at his apartment."

"You're not going out?" Sarah asked with an amused grin.

"I don't know," Alissa said with her arms extended out.

This time, Grace yelled at the TV, cursing Manning's name.

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The evening of Valentine's Day, Alissa sat on the hardwood floor of her closet with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl painting her face. She grumbled how she wished Trevor would have had told her where they were going so she'd know what to wear. But he didn't, so she found herself sitting in her closet pouting.

She could wear a simple black dress, but what if it's really fancy? She could wear her red dress then, but what if it's casual? She could wear dark jeans and her favorite cream sweater, but what if that's too casual? She groaned.

This is ridiculous, she thought.

She decided after what felt like ten minutes of staring laser beams into her closet wall to just play it safe and wear the black dress with black closed-toe heels. She had already straightened her hair, so she only had her makeup left to do. She checked her phone. It was almost 5 o'clock and Trevor had said 5:30. She'd need to hurry if she wanted to get a cab.

After finished her makeup, she grabbed her clutch and coat and waited for the elevator to reach her ninth floor apartment. That was one thing she didn't like about her complex—the elevator took forever. She slipped her coat on and zipped it all the way up. She wondered if she should run back inside and grab a scarf, but the elevator doors chimed as they opened in front of her.

She slid in to find a couple already there. They were dressed quite wealthily in matching black peacoats. The woman had large diamonds in her ears and her blonde hair up in a twist. Her bright red lips smiled at her. She smiled back before looking at the man. His dark hair was slicked back and he wore expensive black leather dress shoes. She wondered where they were off to for Valentine's Day dressed so classy.