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I checked my watch and saw that I had spent over half an hour in there. I couldn’t believe it! There was not time to check my outfit or to see if my hair was fine. I struggled to get an Uber driver and by the time I arrived at the restaurant, the lunch hour was almost up. My heart sank when I saw the time.
I’d really looked forward to seeing him again.
But there was no way he’d be waiting for me this long. Not Tate Sagarro. He had meetings to go to, emails to send, projects to greenlight. People to fire. He didn’t hang around for girls who were late to lunch dates.
I walked into the restaurant, sighing deeply as I pushed open the door.
I was about to ask the staff if he’d been there and how long he’d waited, then I spotted a familiar figure at a booth in the corner. It was his hair I recognized first, the shaggy blonde hair. Then the broad shoulders and the unmistakable aura that pulsed around Tate Sagarro. He was leaning back against the upholstery, it seemed his eyes were closed.
Was he sleeping? That didn’t seem right?
“Tate?” I leaned closer, touched his shoulder.
His eyes flew up and he jumped upright.
“You came!” A huge grin spread over his face. “You came!”
I pulled a face, “Just an hour late, but yeah…” I sat down opposite him, at the table.
“You got my message?”
“What message?”
I looked at my phone and saw that I had sent it to someone else by mistake.
“It doesn’t matter,” Tate said, “You’re here now.”
A waiter came to take our order and turned around when he saw Tate grabbing my hands and holding them tightly.
“I’m sorry about everything. Being late for lunch today, but also before that, not getting back to you for weeks, not letting you know where I kept the slides for the UK presentation, not sending you some reports from my laptop,” the words all came tumbling out in one big torrent.
Tate laughed, relieved. “I don’t care about any of that.”
“You don’t?”
He shook his head. “I think I love you, Evie, I can’t think about anything else. Please come back to me.”
“As your PA?” I was confused.
He smiled, “No, I want us to be together. Boyfriend, girlfriend, partner, whatever you want to call it.”
I heard the words but I couldn’t quite believe them. It was what I wanted to hear, wasn’t it? Then why did it feel so unreal?
“I know a lot has happened, and we need to work through it.” He took a deep breath. “That’s why I’ve been thinking: No sex. Let’s just get to know each other first. We’ll wait with the rest. What do you say? I see you like hiking now? Let’s go for a hike this weekend? What do you say?”
No sex?
I looked at Tate, incredulously, “No sex?”
He grinned. “I know, sounds insane, right, what else is there?”
He was being ironic, though, I could tell.
“Absolutely, what on earth would we do when we were together?”
“We could eat,” he suggested.
“But only when you’re not fasting, right, which is what, between six and two in the afternoon?"
