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“Yes, under Tyler Harris.”
She looks at her computer screen and then looks back up with a smile.
“Yes, Mr. Harris. Please, let me show you to your table.”
Our table is at the back of the restaurant in a corner near fewer people. In fact, our table is right next to a giant potted plant. Anyone from the main area would have to crane their neck to see us here.
I take out Poppy’s chair, and when she takes a seat, I push her in, enjoying being the one who helps her. Then I round the table to take my seat when our waiter comes around and asks us if we would like to start with a drink.
“I will take a glass of white wine, please,” Poppy says.
“And I’ll have a glass of whisky on the rocks, please.” The waiter nods and then leaves us alone.
Poppy giggles and smoothes out her napkin on the table. When she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, I have to suppress a groan.
Fuck, I want to bite that lip.
God, what is wrong with me? I smooth my hands on my pants as I try to calm down. I keep reminding myself why we’re here. That I’m here for her, to make this date great for her. So, I should really knock it off with my own thoughts at the moment.
“So, Poppy.” I clean my throat. “Tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up?”
Good, that should be an easy question.
“Well, I was born in London, Ontario, then we quickly moved to Toronto. A couple years after my sister was born, we moved her to Vancouver, where my mom and dad opened a bar. My parents were working in a bar when we lived in Toronto and thought they would do one of their own. And I’ve been here ever since. Oh, except for that time I was in France. I was an exchange student.”
“That sounds lovely.” The waiter returns with our drinks, and I take a sip, letting the burning liquid fall down my throat. I’m unsure if alcohol is the best decision considering the state of my control, but I down the drink anyway, letting it warm my body.
“Yeah, it is. My sister just had her bachelorette party. It was fun. We got drunk and danced. And we played ‘pin the penis to the man.’” Poppy giggles, and my brows shoot up.
“Pin the penis on the man?” I say in disbelief.
“Yeah, it was fun. We had a naked man poster. Like a Ken doll, so he didn’t have a… thing. Then we put a magnet on a cutout of a penis and violà. You put the blindfold on and try to put the penis where it belongs. We always underestimated how low it was. I got it on his man boob on one turn.”
Poppy laughs again, and I have to take another sip of my drink. This woman, my God.
“It’s actually the same night I called you. Well, not you, the agency, but yeah…”
“So it was a drunk dial?”
“Drunk-ish. I was sober enough to know my credit card number, so I consider that sober enough to know this is what I want.”
“So, no regrets?” I ask with bated breath.
“Not so far.” She grins over her wine glass, and I feel a sense of relief.
Chapter 4
Poppy
Thisdateisgoingsuper well, I would say. I don’t have that much experience, but I’m having fun, which is the important part. After all, it’s not like we’re real-life dating. This is just the act of a date. And I’d give it five stars.
We have been talking non-stop since we sat down. We told each other about our childhoods, how I was basically raised at a bar, and he grew up in the south of London. We chatted about movies we like and bands we’ve seen in concert. It’s a very textbook date, and I’m having a blast.
The food is also good. I ordered a chicken salad with croutons, and Tyler is having the steak and roasted vegetables.
I can’t believe how lucky I got with him. He is incredibly charming and has an amazing British accent. He’s super sweet and smart, not to mention very good-looking. He has strong cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that look even better in real life than in his photo. His lips look really kissable.
Multiple times when he’s licked his lips, I’ve considered leaning over and kissing him. I’ve never been kissed before, and I imagine—with his experience—he must be good. And as the time ticks on, the anticipation of where this date will end claws at my stomach. I’m going to have sex tonight. Holy shit. I’ve only dreamt about it so far. And to think it’s going to be with a hunk of a man. I mean, his face… his accent…he’s super tall and charming. I thought for sure these men only existed in romance novels, but he’s here. He’s touching me right now.
