Page 14 of The Ex


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"Not a wine drinker, huh?" She shakes her head. No problem.

The waiter approaches and takes our order. I choose the steak pizzaiola. It's my favorite dish here. We sit back and get to know each other. I have a good time finding out more about her. We skip over anything related to the wedding or her sister.

By the end of the meal, I know I should take her back to Jenny's, but I have to ask.

"Would you like to go back to my place?"

She bites that bottom lip of hers again. And that really turns me on.

"If you don't want to, that's fine," I tell her.

I'm not going to push her. I don't say another word on the subject when we leave.

We walk out of the restaurant and get back inside my car before she speaks.

"I would like to go to your place, but only to hang out."

I understand what she means right away—no sex. I will take her any way I can get her.

"I'll call Jenny and let her know."

She turns her phone back on. It dings several times. She scrolls through messages.

"Is that your ex texting you?" I don’t think she’ll say yes.

"He doesn't give up."

No, he doesn't. He actually seems a little off. A little obsessive.

I can't help overhearing her talking to Jenny. The most I can get out of it before she hangs up her phone is that the crazy ex came to the apartment looking for her again.

"I think you should stay at my place for a while. Your ex won't be able to get close to you there."

"I don't think that's necessary. He won't hurt me."

I look into her eyes. She truly believes that, but I'm not convinced. Whether she wants to or not, she needs to stay at my place for her own protection and my peace of mind.

Anyway, it's where she belongs.

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