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"Forget I asked. You'll love the place where we're going. There's no need to talk."
"I'm intrigued."
"I'm taking you to a jazz club."
"But you aren't a fan of jazz."
"But you are, and tonight is about making you forget whatever is going on. Besides, I like trying out new things, and I do trust your taste."
“But you said we’re sharing one of your guilty pleasures.”
“Lately... my guilty pleasure is pleasing you.”
She stilled. "Where is it?"
"Michigan Avenue."
Her eyes glinted. "Ah, I know exactly where we're going. One of my favorite spots."
We arrived a few minutes later, and I parked in a shaded spot at the side of the lot. I went around to Reese's door as she was putting her coat back on, then helped her out of the car. Not that she needed it—I just wanted another excuse to touch her.
The jazz club was dimly lit with a lot of wood paneling, giving it a speakeasy feel. At first glance, it seemed claustrophobic, but as we went deeper into the room, it grew on me. It was extremely intimate. This was even better than I'd hoped.
One of the waiters led us to a nook wedged between two others that were already occupied. I would have preferred for ours to be in a corner, but this would do as well.
As soon as we sat down, the waiter started pulling at some sheer curtains I hadn't seen bunched to the side, and I realized that was why this nook seem different to the ones that were occupied. The curtains hadn't been drawn.
"I love this," Reese said.
"It almost feels like we're alone."
She laughed nervously. "It does. Did you plan it this way?"
"No, but it's a welcome surprise." I looked at her intently. "Does this make you uncomfortable?"
"No, not at all. It's just very unexpected."
She grabbed the menu that was on the table in front of us. "What to drink, what to drink? Well, since this is a twenties-themed bar and the music fits, I'll have the signature twenties cocktail. It’s new. I’ve never seen it before." She raised a brow. "My, my, they mix a lot of alcohol, but it's just what I need tonight. Want to look at the menu?”
She handed it to me just as I reached for it. Our fingers touched.
She startled slightly, looking away. I could swear she was biting her lower lip. On instinct, I glanced down, noticing her legs were held tightly together. She took a deep breath.
Oh yeah, I loved that she reacted like this to me.
One of the waiters approached us. "Did you have time to look over our drink menu?"
"Yes. We'll have your signature cocktail," I replied, finding it easier to order the same thing rather than bothering to look at the drinks list.
"Right away. And here's the menu for food." He handed us two of them.
Reese immediately opened hers, clinging to it as if she wanted to hide. I opened mine too.
I never needed much time to decide, so I lowered the menu only a few minutes later.
Reese also seemed to have found what she wanted, because she snapped her head up and said to the waiter, "I think we're ready order food, too." Turning to me, she added, "Dom, do you need more time?"
"No, I'm good."
