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“Um.” I go over drinks in my head, not sure what kind of cocktail to get. I haven’t had a lot of fancy drinks in my life. Mostly, I drink my alcohol straight or with chasers. “I’ll have asex on the beach.” I say, trying not to blush at the word sex. It’s the first drink that popped into my mind.
“What kind of vodka, miss?” The server asks.
“Grey Goose.” Wes answers for me.
“Any appetizers?”
“No, I think we are fine.” Wes says.
“I’ll be back with the drinks.” The server says and excuses himself again.
“So, what are you going to get?” Wes asks, going back to looking at his menu.
“Um.” I mumble, picking up my menu and slowly turning the pages. Each item had a long list of ingredients and descriptions of what it was. There was also no price, not that I was really worried about the cost. I’m sure Wes could cover it, and nothing I would order would be that costly.
“I was thinking.” Wes says when I don’t reply. “You should try the oven-roasted chicken salad.” He looks up at me. “I’m going to get the filet mignon.”
“I can’t do this.” I say, setting the menu down. The panic is starting to creep up. My breath gets caught in my throat. My heart pounding away in my chest.
“I’ll order for you.” He replies softly. I nod my head slowly. “You don’t have to eat it all.” He adds, and I look up at him, expecting to be met with disgust, but he looks at me with his big, caramel eyes filled with kindness again. He picks up a piece of bread and smears some butter on it. “So, sex on the beach, huh?” He asks, with a smirk, taking a bite of the bread.
“I’ve never had one.”
“You’ve never had sex on the beach?” His smirk just grows, and I blush.
“No.” I shake my head and laugh. He has a way of distracting me. “You?”
“The drink or the act?”
“Both.”
“Yes.” He nods his head and takes another bite of bread. “I prefer the drink, though. Less messy.”
“I heard the sand gets everywhere.”
“That and it was cold.” He laughs, and I laugh with him.
The server comes back with our drinks. He sets a red-orange drink in front of me and a whiskey glass in front of Wes. “Are we ready to order?” He asks.
“I think so” Wes says and looks at me. “She’ll have the oven-roasted chicken salad. And I’ll have the filet mignon, medium rare, please.”
“I’ll put that in.” The server smiles as he writes down our orders on a little pad of paper. “Enjoy your drinks.” He walks away.
“Well. Try it.” Wes says nodding to my drink as he lifts his to his mouth and takes a sip. “Ah nothing like the burn of some good scotch.”
I lift my drink to my lip and take a sip. It's cold, sweet, and fruity-it tastes amazing.
“Yum” I say and take another sip. “Want some?” I ask, lifting my glass to him.
“Are you asking if I want some sex on a beach with you?” He raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into another smirk. I roll my eyes, trying not to blush, but it’s useless. I can feel the heat swell up in my cheeks. “It’s cute how you blush at the word sex.” He grins, taking another sip of his drink.
“I do not.” I say, blushing a little more. I laugh and take a long sip of my drink.
“It’s okay. You’re just a little shy about the subject. Probably because you haven’t been fucked good yet. One good fuck, and I bet you’ll loosen right up.”
“Are you offering?” I ask it before it really registers what I’m saying. I freeze, mid-drink. I looked up at him, surprised thatcame out of my mouth. He presses his lips together in a straight line, just studying me. “I was just ki…” But he cuts me off.
“I’m not going to lie, I like you, Abbey. But I think we could both use a good friend right now, and I’d rather not risk that.”
