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Another waiter walks into the room from the front, and I track him, waiting for him to move out of the way so I can see if it’s her. But when he steps aside, it’s not Nikki. It’s two women, clearly on a date by the way they are looking at each other. If they are not on a date, they should be.
I tap the screen of my phone—7:58 p.m.
The waiter seats the two women and heads back up front, getting ready to torture me with someone else.
I glance at the dozen red roses that I got her, which are sitting on our table.
I grab my water and take a sip. This is really good water. I feel like that’s an odd thing to think because water generally tastes the same, but somehow, this is…better?
Thankfully, my brain seems to distract itself because when I check my phone again, it’s eight p.m. on the dot. And Nikki still isn’t here.
Setting my glass down, I try not to think that she really won’t show.
My waiter approaches again. “Sir, can I get you anything while you wait for your company?”
I shake my head. “No, thank you though.”
“Are you sure? A few appetizers or some of our best local wine?” he counters.
But he isn’t getting another second of my attention. Because Nikki has just entered the room, and suddenly, I’m standing up, holding the roses, and watching her look around the room to find me. And that is a beautiful sight, watching her stunning eyes scan the room for me.
Her curves are encased in a black wrap dress, tiny straps holding it up. Her pink hair is in loose waves behind her shoulders and tucked behind her ears. She is in strappy black heels, but I know that I will still tower over her.
She hasn’t spotted me yet. But when she finally does and those stunning blue eyes lock with mine, I genuinely forget to breathe. She is the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen.
It’s just something I can’t place. Something about her that calls to me. She’s barely told me anything about herself, but I feel like I know who she is.
The host and Nikki approach the table, and I step out to greet her. The guy who walked her over stares at her a little too long before walking away. For two seconds, I look away from her to glare at him. He meets my eyes, and I tighten my jaw and stand a little taller.
He immediately looks away and goes back to his job.
When I look back at Nikki, who is now two feet from me, her lips are pursed.
“Did you just mean-mug the host?” She giggles. “Be nice.”
I smirk and chuckle, but more at the fact that I’ve been calling him a waiter in my mind this whole time when in fact he is not a waiter; he is a host.
I step toward her and pull her into my arms. With my hand gently resting on the back of her hair, I press my lips and nose on the top of her head.
I breathe her in. “You look fucking beautiful, Little Dove.” I press a kiss into her hair before pulling away. “These are for you.” I hand her the roses and walk around her and to her chair before I can see her reaction.
I pull her chair out for her and gesture for her to sit. She sits, and I help scoot her into the table before walking around and taking my seat.
This is so weird for me. I’ve been on countless dates, but they usually have one goal—to go fuck back at my place. Then, they leave, and I try to sleep. Simple, easy. This is so not that.
This feels real. I don’t want to fuck her tonight. Hold on. That’s not exactly what I mean. I desperately want to tear that fabric off of her, pick her up, and bounce her on my dick. I don’t give a fuck if the whole restaurant watches her cry out my name.
But I don’t want to rush this. I want to know her, the bad and the good. I don’t want the same pointless conversations that I’ve had before. I want to know the real her.
She clears her throat and takes a quick sip of her water. “Um, to be honest, Cameron, I haven’t been on a date in years. I’m so far out of my element. So, I have no idea how this works anymore.” She laughs.
I chuckle at her, but I’m astonished at the statement she made. Years? She could get any guy she wanted.
On the note of honesty, I will give her some of my own. “I have been on lots of dates, Nikki, but I haven’t been as nervous before as I am on this one. And in full transparency, the dates I’m on usually have one intention. So, this”—I motion between us—“is new territory for me.”
“Well, that makes me feel a little better, I suppose.” She smiles.
Our waiter approaches and takes our orders, refilling our waters afterward.
