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“I have a great idea. Get both. I’ll get two things, too. That way, I’ll be trying something new but still have my gnocchi and you get exactly what you want, too,” he announced.
Andrew looked like he was completely serious. Most people would suggest sharing two entrées, but he was suggesting an enormous buffet instead.
“I can’t do that!” She shook her head. “I can’t eat two meals.”
“Why not? Who says you’re only allowed to have one entrée? I don’t remember there being any rules. We’ll get appetizers and two entrées each,andwe’ll get dessert,” he said as he waved down their waiter. “We’ll just take home whatever we don’t eat.”
As Jill looked on laughing, he proceeded to order an enormous amount of food and a bottle of Chianti.
“You’re crazy.” She laughed as she said the words. This man was so different than anyone she’d been with in the past.
It was a dangerous thought. She wasn’t with him.
He raised a shoulder in an easy shrug. “So, I’ll bring a movie over tomorrow night and we’ll gorge on leftovers.”
Jill’s mind immediately flashed to images of the two of them in her house drinking wine. A great deal of wine. At night. Alone.
Her mouth was suddenly dry and her palms began to sweat. How on earth would she resist the pull of Andrew Weston if they were alone? Resisting him was harder and harder, even tonight, with people around them.
At home, with no one to buffer?
Impossible.
Andrew watched Jill as the waiter delivered their appetizers. He loved that she didn’t object too much to his unorthodox dinner order. Most women would balk at eating such a large meal but Jill was being a really good sport about it.
She didn’t obsess about her waistline or count calories. She laughed and played along and that appealed to him. Everything about Jill appealed to him.
Andrew did notice the small flash of panic in Jill’s eyes when he mentioned coming to her house for dinner the following night. It made him feel triumphant somehow. He’d bet she was as worried as he was about being alone with her. And that thought made him want to be alone with her all the more.
They laughed and talked over a bottle of wine and the endless buffet of food he had ordered. As he enjoyed her company, he realized resisting Jill might be futile. Her allure might just be more than he could handle.
The thought shocked the hell out of him. He never struggled to compartmentalize the women in his life. When he met a woman, he put her in whatever category she belonged and then he left her there. If she was a friend, she stayed a friend. If she was a fuck-buddy, she stayed that way.
Jill didn’t fit in a tidy way into any category. She was wiggling from friend into dangerous, unchartered territory and that was throwing him off. Way off.
The sound of her laughter, the way her hair fell down in waves over her shoulders and onto her breasts, the way she licked her lips when she took a sip of wine. All of the ordinary, everyday things that Jill did were somehow sensual and erotic and sexy as hell.
By the time he walked her to her front door that night, he was hard as a rock and aching to reach for her. He once again had to fist his hands in his pockets just to keep from touching her. He wanted to bury his fingers in the long, soft tendrils of her hair, and lift her face. Capture her lips. Steal just one kiss. Then bury himself deep within her…
Her voice pulled Andrew out of his fantasy.
“Thank you for dinner,” she said, lifting up the large bag of leftovers they hadn’t finished.
“You’re welcome. I had fun,” he said, unsure if he should raise the topic of dinner at her house again or just conveniently ‘forget.’ He knew how it would end if they were alone in a private place.
“Come help me finish them tomorrow night?” she asked and he was torn between relief and regret. Relief that he would be able to spend more time with Jill tomorrow. Regret because he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. If they had dinner alone at her house tomorrow, Andrew would crack. He didn’t have any more control where she was concerned.
Say no, asshole.
“Sure.”Oh, fuck. What the hell was that?“How about seven?”
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Great, see you then,” Jill said with a smile and turned and opened her door. Andrew stayed frozen to the spot until she disappeared into the house and shut the door.
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning in his office, Andrew was still trying to keep his fantasies about Jill in check. Things were quieter now. The visiting investors were gone and there was a lull in Andrew’s projects for the moment.
