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He stops the waitress before she leaves and looks back at me. “You look like a fruity kind of lady, bring a moscato.” The waitress leaves and he smiles back at me. “You like moscato?”
“Yes, it’s my favorite actually … how do you know that?” I start to relax as I watch him.
“I’m good at reading people.” He winks as he drops another smile at me. He looks out over the harbor. I turn, looking at the water. The wind brings the salty air to our seats. A seagull squawks as it flies over head. This is nice. “Do you and Eric ever go out on the boats here?”
I smile as the waitress brings our drinks. “No.” I take a sip of my wine. It’s delicious. “We’ve lived on the island for four years and we’ve never been.”
He sips his gin, processing what I told him. “That’s too bad. Sailing is fun.” He notices me watching him. “I sail. Well, I have a boat … I sail when I have time.” He thanks the waitress as she places his oysters in the center of the table. “You eat oysters?”
“No.” He looks at me, surprised. “I’ve never tried them.”
He laughs softly as he grabs one and tops it with some hot sauce. “Here, open your mouth and tilt your head back.”
I laugh suspiciously at him, watching him bring his hand closer to me like he wants to feed it to me. “What?”
He leans closer, staring deep into my eyes. “Open your mouth,” he breathes. His mannerisms are seductive. I look at his hand as he’s bringing the morsel towards my lips. His lips part, like he’s subconsciously parting mine. My mouth opens as I touch his hand with my fingertips. I close my eyes as I tilt my head back. Holy shit he just fed me my first oyster. I open my eyes as I feel his thumb brush across my bottom lip. He’s grinning.Damn he’s hot.“Good?”
My sex is tingling.What the hell is going on?He repeats his question. “Yes … very,” I whisper totally confused and totally aroused. This isn’t my life; I must be dreaming. That’s it, he’s the sex god of my dreams and I’m sleeping. Well, I don’t want to wake up.
He grins watching me. I am completely and utterly under his spell. I see and hear nothing but him. “Shall I feed you another one?” he whispers. I just nod in a daze watching him, as he tops it with hot sauce. “Open your mouth.” I do what he wants, I close my eyes again as I tilt my head back. I swallow, slowly opening my eyes as his thumb brushes across my lip again. He’s intently gazing at my mouth. “Sorry you had some—something on your lip.” He sits back in his seat, breaking my trance.
I smile as I blot my mouth with my napkin. I sip my moscato as he pops an oyster in his mouth. I can’t speak, he’s smiling at me and all I can do is smile at him. It’s like he’s in my head. Oh shit, he said he was good at reading people. “Are you trying to read my thoughts?”
He smirks as he looks at the waitress returning to take our lunch orders. “You two look so sweet,” she gushes as she gets her pad and pen, “it makes me jealous.” Quinton laughs deep as he relaxes back, opening his menu.
I smile as I look back down at the menu. “Please order whatever you would like Amelia.” My name rolls off his tongue. I look up and he’s grinning, watching me.
“I’ll have the grilled shrimp salad. No dressings; lime wedges on the side please.”
“Sounds good. And what about you?” She grins turning her attention to Quinton. I watch her eyes roll over his body. He’s extremely sexy. His blazer fits perfectly over his broad shoulders. You can tell he works out and takes great pride in his body. He raises his eyes and smiles at me, he doesn’t even seem to notice the blonde waitress drooling over him. Or he’s so used to it, it doesn’t affect him anymore.
“I’ll take the grilled special,” he tells her. She jots our order down as she tells us it shouldn’t be too long. “That’s fine. Thank you.” He flashes her his sexiest smile.
He leans back, relaxed. “So are you going to make an offer on the property you looked at this morning?” I hope I’ll get another opportunity to see him. He checks out in the morning.
“I may bring my attorney down here first. I’ve got to run some numbers when I get back to the office,” he says as he sips his gin. It’s intense, the way he’s staring in my eyes.
“So Gerry works for you?” I ask smiling. “He was a hoot to have visiting, and his partner Marcus.”
“Yes, Gerry is my assistant. He’s been with Marcus for years. He colors my world.” He leans forward picks up his gin and sips. “I can’t live without him or Lucinda, my housekeeper.”
I laugh at his admission. “You have a housekeeper?”
“Yes.” He smiles and shrugs, "What can I say? I don’t clean nor have the time for it.” I chuckle softly.Must be nice, I think to myself. “What are you getting the happy couple?” He asks.Changing the subject … obviously he doesn’t want to share much about his life.
“I picked up the wedding cookies from the farmers’ market for them. The lady makes them from scratch.” I smile looking up at him. “After lunch, I’m going to the Christmas Shoppe across the street. I think I’ll get them a wedding ornament with today’s date inscribed on it.”
Quinton leans back in his seat. “You’re very thoughtful, aren’t you? They’re just guests at your inn.”
“Well, yes, this is a special day for them,” I remind him.
“Tell me, how long have you and Eric been married?”
“Too long,” I blurt out without thinking. I immediately look up as he laughs. No doubt because I surprised him. I smirk. “I mean …” I pause as I gather my thoughts. I can’t believe I answered his question like that.
“I see.” He smiles at the waitress as she brings our lunch.
“Thank you,” I tell the waitress. She places our food on the table. “Ten years.” He doesn’t acknowledge it. And I don’t want to talk about Eric anyway. I watch him close his eyes in appreciation of his first bite. He actually hums a little in satisfaction. “Good?” I ask, smiling at him. Damn he’s sexy. No one has ever sparked desire in me just by eating.
