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Taking a deep breath, he readjusted his shirt, making sure it was still tucked in tightly. He didn’t have a lot of nice clothes, mostly jeans and some cheap button downs. Tonight, he was wearing dark gray slacks and a black button down with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. He felt uncomfortable and like he was wearing a costume, but he knew he’d feel even more uncomfortable tomorrow night in his monkey suit.
The bathroom door opened and he turned away from his reflection, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at Abbie.
She was…breathtaking.
Her dark hair was picked up with pieces falling around her face. She slathered a light pink lip gloss on her full lips, and painted dark eyeliner around her eyes. He didn’t know if it was makeup that caused the blush on her cheeks and across her nose, but she was fucking gorgeous.
His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the light green dress with gold sparkles on it, all the way down to the little heels she wore. Thin gold jewelry lined her wrists and a dainty necklace he’d never seen before sat around her neck.
“You look incredible,” he breathed, still reeling. She always looked beautiful, but right now, he didn’t know if they’d make it to dinner.
“You do too,” she told him shyly. “You like it?” She held her hands out to her sides, and he nodded.
“Do a little twirl for me, pretty girl.” He circled his finger in the air, and she grinned as she turned around, letting him see her from every angle. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Jett.”
He loved hearing her call him Daddy, but there was something about the way she said his name that made his hard as a fucking rock.
“Ready for our date, baby?” he asked, holding his trembling hand out to her.
He hoped she couldn’t tell how badly he was shaking, how nervous he was. When she slid her hand into his, he could feel the slight tremors working their way through her body, and his anxiety eased knowing he wasn’t alone in feeling like this.
“Ready,” she said, smiling up at him.
* * *
The restaurant wassmall and dimly lit, and far more intimate than anything she’d expected. She stupidly expected something casual, despite the way they were dressed. Jett wasn’t a fancy guy, and she hoped he wasn’t bringing her here because he thought it’s what she expected. Or wanted.
Because she didn’t. She liked eating at diners and ordering greasy pizza to his house for a movie night. She liked making instant ramen, and gorging herself on grilled cheese with pickles.
She didn’t like the fancy places with tiny portions and food that tasted weird. What she’d had with Jett, she loved. But now that he knew the truth, knew where she came from, she hoped he wouldn’t start treating her differently.
She shifted in her seat, watching Jett do the same as he scanned the dining area before glancing at the paper wine menu in front of him. The server hadn’t come to their table yet, giving them time to decide what to drink.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever had wine,” he muttered, his dark brows bunched as he read the words. “What do you like?” She shrugged, swallowing thickly.
“I don’t really drink.” He knew that.
“Right,” he breathed.
“But I will tonight.” She smiled tightly as he lifted his gaze to hers. She knew he probably needed it more than she did.
The server approached their table, a bland, pleasant smile on his face as he stopped in front of them, his hands clasped in front of him.
“Good evening,” he said, his voice silky smooth. “I see you’ve already looked over the wine menu. Did you find something you’d like?” Jett’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, glancing at her.
“I like Sauvignon Blanc,” she blurted. The server nodded, that same smile on his face.
“A bottle of Sauv—Sauv—” Jett cut himself off with a shake of his head. “What she said.” The server dipped his chin before taking the menu from him and hurrying back to the kitchen. “How do you say that?”
“Sauvignon Blanc,” she repeated slowly, and watched as he mouthed the words.
“Fuck.” He smoothed his hand over his head. “Remind me not to try to order that tomorrow night.”
“I think they have beer here,” she said, and he shook his head.
“Too late now.”
