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“I’ll have a watercress salad, no dressing, but bring two lemon wedges on the side,” says Alexa, handing the menu back to the server without looking at him.
“Are you sure you don’t want a steak or a lobster tail?” I ask although I know the answer.
She complained the whole ride over here about how she couldn’t wait to eat and now she practically orders a forty-dollar plate of grass. These models are all the same. I can’t imagine going to dinner, with someone else footing the bill might I add, and only eating a salad. Not that I want to be taken advantage of, but I also don’t want another incident where my date passes out from not eating enough food. Now that was a date to remember for sure, and not in a good way.
“I’m sure,” she says, leaning over the table, her breasts spilling out of her tight dress. “I have to maintain my figure for work.”
I nod again, ignoring the little peepshow she’s giving me. I decide instead to cast my gaze on my phone and check it again for any missed messages. Any other time Amelia is updating my schedule and messaging me like crazy, but now that I need the distraction, she’s nowhere to be found. I’m positive the two-hundred-page business proposal I’m expecting will be more interesting than anything happening on this date. At least the documents are something I’ve been looking forward to.
My mind takes a break from my current situation and drifts back to the blonde from yesterday. The pissed-off little firecracker was ready to explode. And what’s funny is, her anger was directed at me, and I’m not one-hundred percent sure why.
Her fiery attitude was a turn on, and I spent the rest of the day replaying the incident in my mind. Those sky-blue eyes of hers drilled holes into my memory and I liked it.
I can’t believe she accused me of all people of spying on her. To be fair, she was right about the telescopes, but I still have no idea which window is hers, since every possible option has the blinds drawn. If I would have seen her, I’m sure I would remember. I retraced my steps from the day I was using my telescope and still have no clue. I need to talk to her though, her beauty and attitude are intriguing, and more importantly I want to ease her mind and let her know I wasn’t spying on her.
“Asher?” Alexa strokes my arm with her fingertips and smiles. “I lost you for a few minutes. Where’d you go just now?”
My mind goes blank as I stare at her overly plump lips and think back to the mystery woman yet again. Her lips were amazing, natural and formed into the perfect pout. A very kissable pout.
I plaster on a phony smile and try to think of a reasonable explanation to give. “Sorry, I’ve been swamped with work lately and my mind is all over the place.”
She scoots closer to me and glides her hand up my thigh. “There’s only one place my mind is focused on and if you want, I can help you get there too.”
Her advances instantly make me regret requesting the private dining room. She’s taking advantage of the privacy we have and I want no part of it.
I place my hand over hers and give it a soft squeeze to stop her from going any higher up my leg. The server interrupts us again, returning with our food and I pretend to be overly excited about it.
Under normal circumstances, if I were with someone I like, I’d slip the server a few bucks to give us some added privacy and commence fucking my date across the table. But tonight doesn’t fall under the category of normal circumstances. In fact, I desperately want to get rid of Alexa and delete her contact information from my phone. Instead of a friendly fuck, I really want to give her a final farewell.
I take a bite of lobster and pick up my phone again. My mailbox icon flashes and I focus my attention on the documents Amelia just sent over. Thank goodness!
“I must be pretty boring,” says Alexa, pretending to pout. She lazily stabs at her salad and looks at me.
“Of course not,” I say. “But money never sleeps.”
She smiles, leans over the table again and runs her fingers through my hair. “I know, but maybe it can take a break. I’m positive I can take your mind off work after dinner. Or if you want, I can work my magic right now.”
There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell you’re taking my mind off anything. Not now or ever.
“Tell me more about what you do,” I say, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else and away from any idea of us getting naked together.
