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“Well, you look amazing. So, quit it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say. “I don’t know why I’m nervous.” Butterflies have been dancing in my stomach all afternoon.
“Because it’s Zander and this is your first official date.”
“We went to the gala together,” I remind Kit.
“Right. With your parents and your sister and like three hundred other people.”
“Good point,” I concede. I shake my arms and ease my nerves. It’s stupid. This man’s penis has been in… well, all my places and not made me anxious. Why should a simple date?
“Feel better?”
“Less nervous, more stupid maybe.”
“You’re not stupid, you’re just human. Allow the emotions,” she says, getting up. She swats my ass on her way out of my room. “This ass looks great in it, by the way.”
“Thank you.” I laugh.
A few minutes later, Zander is knocking on the door. I open it and all my frayed edges vanish when I take him in. He’s wearing a black suit that fits him gloriously, highlighting his thick thighs and broad shoulders.
“Damn, you hockey guys clean up nicely,” I say.
“You PhD students do, too,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. “You look fucking delectable.”
“Well, maybe after you feed my empty stomach, I’ll let you have a taste.”
“Deal. You ready?”
“Sure,” I say and grab my clutch before waving goodbye to Kit.
“Have you ever dined here,” he asks when we reach our destination.
“No, surprisingly. Lived here my whole life and though I’ve been up in it, we never ate here.” Zan is taking me to the Loupe Lounge atop the Space Needle. It’s the level that’s all windows and revolves very slowly, offering three-hundred-and sixty-degree views of the city.
I’ve heard stories of how posh the place was back in the days when it was so new. Now the lounge offers a limited menu paired with upscale artisan drink pairings. Perhaps a little fancy for Zander’s normal taste, but I appreciate that he’s trying to make it a special experience for me.
The host seats us and we immediately start pointing out places we recognize below us.
“The regular menu is very mushroom heavy, so they’re giving us a special menu.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, but he shrugs it off as if it isn’t a big deal. They serve me my first drink that honestly sounds disgusting. Something with tomato and peach that we both eye with curious disdain, but once tasted, we decide it’s not too bad. When the food and the next round of drinks come, I can’t help giggling. “This looks obscene.”
“I think it’s supposed to be a mushroom cloud,” he says through his own laughter. It’s contagious and only makes me laugh harder. The drink is purple and served in an extremely phallic glass.
“Oh my god, this is the best drink ever.”
“You haven’t even tasted it, yet.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say with a huge smile. When I take a sip, I moan, and he laughs harder.
“I can’t take you anywhere.”
“You can take me everywhere.” He winks at me, and the jitters start up again. Zander is a very good-looking man always, but happy and dressed up, he’s a fucking walking panty soaker. “Speaking of, when are you flying to Minnesota?”
“Last game before break is Friday,” he says. “I booked the first flight out on Saturday.”
“Damian is going to meet you there?” He’s leaving tomorrow for New Orleans, so I assume he’ll be heading from there to Zander’s hometown.
