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    Michigan winters are a crazy thing.  It can be negative three degrees with seven inches of snow on Monday, and by Wednesday it’s forty-five degrees and sunny.  Luckily, it’s a warmer winter night so I can leave the heavy jacket at home and be perfectly comfortable with the sweater dress I chose to wear. 
    Jacoby walks us to his car, opening the passenger door for me like a true gentleman.  Once he’s situated in the driver’s seat, he pulls out of the parking lot and heads for an unknown destination—unknown to me at least.  This man has the means to plan just about anything and I’m a little giddy to find out what he has in mind.

CHAPTER THREE
    Jacoby
    Kylee looks absolutely amazing.  Then again, she always does, but something about her tonight propels her from the usual gorgeous to definitively stunning.  The look of contentment and happiness in her eyes is unmistakable, and I might be getting a little ahead of myself, but I’m hoping it’s because of me.
    Most girls simply pull off a look where Kylee makes the look.  She’s confident in her sex appeal and knows exactly what to wear to make her appear breathtaking.  So it’s no surprise, that sitting in a car with her while she’s wearing a red knit dress, skin tight thin black pants and those fuck me boots of hers, I’m finding it hard to concentrate.
    I never thought I had a single kind of woman I’ve been attracted to before; I never cared enough to only pick one.  Now, knowing Kylee, I for sure have a type; it’s her. 
    “So, what’s the plan?”
    “It’s a surprise.  Are you going to be warm enough without a coat?”  I’m starting to get nervous about what I have in store for her tonight.  We’re going to be spending quite a bit of time outside and I don’t want her to be miserable because she’s cold.
    “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I place my hand on her thigh over the thin pants and she doesn’t flinch away. 
    We pull up to a small Arabic restaurant and park in the dimly lit parking lot.  Kylee’s always going on about Middle Eastern food; hummus, shawarmas and fattoush.  When she looks up from her lap and sees the sign, her eyes light up and I know I hit the nail on the head.
    “I love Arabic food.  Thanks, Jacoby.”  Her ear to ear smile warms my heart.
    “See, I pay attention.  Let’s get you something to eat.”
    I walk around to open Kylee’s door and intertwine our fingers as I lead us to the entrance.  She tries to pull her hand from mine once we reach the door, but I hold firm in an attempt to give her the full date experience.  Since there doesn’t appear to be a hostess of any kind, we grab a booth at the back and pull the menus from behind the salt and pepper shaker.  Kylee doesn’t even have to look, she apparently knows exactly what she’s getting.
    “What are you gonna have?” Kylee asks.
    “I don’t know.  I’ve never experimented much with Arabic food.  What do you suggest?”
    Before she has a chance to answer, a young Middle Eastern girl comes to our table with glasses of water and pulls a notepad from her apron.   I’m baffled by the scowl on Kylee’s face until I see the waitress is wearing a sheer, silky light blue top that covers only her breasts and matching pants that poof out around her long legs.
    “What can I get you?” the girl asks with a thick Arabic accent.  I’m quite positive I hear Kylee snarl at the girl’s question. 
    Kylee jumps right in and orders a platter of some sort.  “I swear she better not come back with a fucking magic lamp or some shit,”  Kylee mutters as the waitress walks away.
    “A magic lamp?   What are you talking about?”  Kylee looks up at me, rolls her eyes and huffs. 
    “Really?   She comes out here looking like a fucking belly dancer or Arabian princess, and she’s bound to come back with a lamp for me to rub.  My first wish is for her to put some fucking clothes on.”  I can’t