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His question stuns me. And confuses me, because I can't figure out if he truly wants to know the answer, or if he's playing with my emotions.
"No, it wouldn't at all." I look away from his smile, pretending to focus on getting a piece of glazed pear. "But if this were a date, we'd be learning about each other right now."
"I thought we already were. But go ahead, learn."
I give him an exasperated face. "How do you have a way of seeming like you're demanding me to do the very thing I just told you to do?"
He smirks. "Is that your first question?"
"Insufferable." I sigh. "So, this family business. I assume it's a very lucrative one." I wave around us. "Are you just some trust fund baby, or do you actually work?"
He whistles. "I will ignore the large amount of condensation in your question to answer that yes, I do work. Being that I'm the head of it all now."
I stop eating. "The head of it, at twenty-eight?"
His eyes dim in a way I've never seen before. "My father passed a year ago, rather unexpectedly. So, I've had to step into his position much earlier than anyone planned for me to."
"I'm sorry. Losing a parent is rough at any age, but especially when you don't see it coming."
"You sound like you relate?"
I nod. "My mother passed when I was sixteen. A car accident. My sister took custody of me, but it was really hard for both of us to kind of come to grips with it all. But you're not the oldest, so why did everything come to you?"
"My brother has no interest in running anything other than his own business. And he and our dad's relationship was... strained to say the least."
"I see."
"Where do you work?' he asks.
"Well, right now, I'm living it up as an unemployed person, but I plan to finish my degree in graphic design and put that to use."
"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two about that sometime."
That sounds far too enticing, to think of asometimeafter our time is over. Or is that the point of all this?
The curtain moves to the side a moment before Alex appears with our dishes.
"Chef Alonso has prepared shrimp-stuffed filet mignon, paired with grilled lemon asparagus and sautéed spring vegetables with a maple syrup glaze. Enjoy."
I look over the plate as Alex leaves us alone once more.
"It looks so pretty, I almost don't want to eat it," I say low.
"Speak for yourself."
He eats a piece of asparagus and hums his satisfaction. I chuckle and cut off a piece of my steak. Although cut may be too strong a word because it practically falls off. My eyes damn near roll back in my head when I taste it.
"This is heaven," I state.
"I'm kind of jealous you haven't said that about other things you've tasted."
But his talk, even if it makes my body instantly heat up, does not deter me from asking more questions. I want to find out as much as I can while I can. And he patiently answers my questions in between bites, and asks his own in return. And soon enough, both of our plates are empty, and Alex is asking if we want dessert."
"No," Law answers. "That will be all for now. Please tell the chef dinner was amazing."
"I will. Have a good night."
"You don't want any dessert after tasting all that good food?" I ask.
