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Thankfully, however, mastodons had long since gone extinct, so after we finished eating, we just sat there and talked back and forth.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone so long without discussing business, but we talked about everything but that. It was freeing, and interesting, as I learned more about her and she learned more about me.
I found out that it had been a drunk driver that had taken her parents from her when she was ten, and that explained so much. It also made me put my wine glass down and not pick it up again. Sure, one glass wasn’t going to get me buzzed enough to be anywhere near a DWI, but that didn’t matter.
And I told her about my family. How my father had worked hard to build his own business and what it was like growing up fairly affluent. I worried a bit that perhaps I was bragging, something I hated more than most personality flaws, but she seemed intrigued by all of the things that I found quite mundane.
Before I knew it, hours had passed, and it was quite dark outside. My legs were starting to get restless, as they often did when I was seated for too long without walking around, and I glanced to my watch.
“Huh,” I said, surprised by what I saw there.
“What?” she asked, leaning over the table. “Holy crap. It’s eight pm? When did that happen?”
I laughed lightly. “Well, you know what they say about time flying when you’re having a good time.”
“Right? It’s too bad,” she sat back, looking at me with that mischievous expression that I only got to see once or twice. “I wish it didn’t have to end right now.”
“Who says it does?
“It’s almost closing time, isn’t it? I know you’re rich and all, but I don’t believe you’re the type to throw around enough money just to make a restaurant stay open later for you on a first date.”
“I’ve thrown money around at worse.”
“Why don’t I doubt that?”
I sent her one of my rueful smiles. This woman was going to be my undoing. I could feel the fascination I had for her, the unrepentant desire burn that much hotter. “You mentioned you liked movies but rarely had time to see them. I just happen to have a home theater at my place. If you wanted, we could always watch something there.”
“Oh, could we?” she asked, sounding so surprised that I had to remind myself that she was a virgin and likely no one had ever tried to convince her to go home with them.
Or they had, and she had been blissfully unaware. I could see many a poor college hopefuls pining for her only for her to be too absorbed in her studies to even give them a single thought.
And yet there she was, giving me several thoughts before answering slowly. “Uh, yeah. That would be nice. I think.”
“You think it might be nice, or your think you might want to come?”
Her cheeks flushed again at my choice of words, just as I had intended. “I know I would like to visit your pad. I hope that it might be nice.”
“Only one way to find out,” I said, standing and pulling a couple of hundreds from my wallet. Least I could do for taking up our waitress’ table for hours.
If Bev thought anything of my cash drop, she didn’t say anything. She just happily looped her arm through mine and we walked back out to the front for their valet to get my car.
Of course, their valet was nowhere near as charming as Izzy, but I didn’t expect him to be, and soon we were heading towards my house.
I could feel Bev tensing beside me as we whipped through the city and I placed my hand on her knee.
“Hey,” I said, hoping she could tell how much I meant it. “Just because we’re going back to my place doesn’t mean anything has to happen other than watching a moving on my set up. And, you know, maybe drooling over my set up a bit. I did work pretty hard on it.”
“You worked hard at it?” She asked, lips curling. “Or you paid an entire team of contractors to do it for you?”
“A little of column A, a little of column B.”
“Uh-huh.”
That seamed to ease her and by the time we arrived at my house, she seemed much more relaxed. I parked in my large garage, and I heard a low whistle from Bev as I opened her door.
“All of these cars are yours?”
“I certainly hope so,” I retorted. “Otherwise I’ve been targeted by whatever the opposite of a car thief is.”
“Uh, I don’t know what that would be,” she said, looking this way and that as she exited. “Some sort of car-obsessed sugar daddy?”
