Page 58 of The Wrong Proposal


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When her eyes meet mine, the dent between her brows is back. “Fine. I wanted to pay for our meal tonight.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s what…” she shakes her head, “… you know, what friends do. Even business partners share the cost of dining out.”

I can’t help but smile at her gesture. The seriousness in her eyes is amusing. “You know,” I don’t finish the sentence because her eyes narrow like she’s about to shoot poisonous arrows at me from one look.

I thrum my fingers on the table, contemplating how to explain tonight without sounding like a douche. “I didn’t have to reserve tonight because I—”

“You know the owner?” Her eyes are wide.

“You could say that.”

Aidan appears with my glass of whiskey and a bottle of chardonnay. He pours some in a glass for Penny to taste. She nods as I’d hoped she would since it’s the best chardonnay in the restaurant.

I give a little wave of a hand for him to leave us.

“I could ask the owner for a discount if that helps.” I wink at Penny.

Her shoulders rise and fall. “A ninety percent discount would help.”

“Something else is bothering you.”

Her head tilts to the side. “Could your friend add three hundred percent to a certain table?”

Why would she ask that? Scanning the room, I spy no one of significance. “What table?”

She shrugs again. I’m starting to see a pattern of shrugging to avoid the uncomfortable within her.

“What. Table?”

“It’s okay. At least I distracted you from your call.” She smiles, and this time, it almost reaches her eyes. “How was your week?”

Small talk.

“My week is better now I’m with you.” I tap my glass with one finger while she fiddles with the cutlery.

Who the fuck is here?

Tonight was supposed to be about relaxing and enjoying fine food and wine. Spoiling Penny. She is not going to enjoy the food with her stomach in knots.

“You know what? Let’s get out of here.”

Her eyes widen.

“I can have food sent to my penthouse or to wherever. We can head to the beach house. We could go to yours?”

She shakes her head. “Not mine.” She shakes her head again. “You’d hate it.”

I sit back and fold my arms. “Why? Because right now, I don’t care where we go as long as I’m alone with you.”

She giggles. “Yeah, that. Not only is my entire apartment the size of your bedroom, but I share it with someone.” She makes a face. “Two someone’s at night.”

“Someone?”Someone better be a fucking female.“I’m to assume it’s more than one bedroom.”

“Yes, but—”

“What do you mean two at night?” My fingers turn red around my glass. Why is Penny backtracking?

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