“Are you on steroids?”
“No. Eight years in the Marine Corps bulked me up. And trust me, it feels better to be this big in a bar fight than the skinny twerp I was in high school.”
She smiled. “You were cute then. Little, but cute.” She shook her head then glanced down at the menu on the table. “Too bad you grew up.”
He laughed, and his entire being locked up at seeing her mean grin. He could spend hours watching her. But being mesmerized wouldn’t win him any points. “Baby, I can handle you with one hand tied behind my back. I’m not the one who was scared to go on a date.”
The teasing left her dark eyes. “How’s that?”
He shrugged and looked at his own menu. “Just saying I can go out with a woman, not expect sex, enjoy myself and move on with life. You seem to think every man who sees you wants to do you.” They most likely did, but it wouldn’t help to stroke the woman’s ego. “Or that I might want a date for immoral reasons.”
“So you’re saying youdon’twant to do me?”
He shrugged. “I could go either way. Sure, you’re pretty. But sometimes a guy wants more from a woman.” He chanced a look at her.
She didn’t appear angry, but fascinated. “Like what?”
The waitress bussed by and took their orders, then left with a warm smile directed at him.
“Hello?” Maya snapped. “I thought you just said you want more from a woman than sex.”
“I did. Why are you mad at me?”
“Look, you wanted a date. Stop flirting with the waitress and answer my question.”
He bit back a grin. She didn’t like that look their cute waitress had given him? Excellent sign. “I wasn’t flirting. Smiling is how you win friends and influence people. Take note.” He ignored her middle finger. “Anyway, when I decide to date a woman, sure, physical attraction is a key factor. But I need more. I want to like her smile, the way she deals with other people. Is she bitchy or nice? Selfish or giving?”
Maya smirked. “So why are we out then? I’m not nice. And I’m told I’m selfish.”
“Nah. You’re nice to your friends and the people around you. Just not to men who you’re attracted to. Namely—me.”
“Dream on.” She paused. “So what else?”
“I can take care of myself. I cook and clean. I make a decent living.” A lucrative one thanks to his skill behind a camera and the business sense to know how to make smart financial decisions. “I’d expect a woman I’m interested in to be the same.”
“What if she can’t cook? What if she’s a slob? What if she’s broke? You seem to want a lot from a woman. A little exacting. Maybe that’s why you’re still single.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Me? I’m simple. I want a man who’s good in bed. Maybe we talk while we fuck, maybe we don’t.” She shrugged, and her dark eyes invited him to stare and keep on staring. “I have my friends for fun. I trust them, they trust me, and we all get along. Riley, Ann and I do everything together.”
“Really? So you, Ann, Jack and Riley are sharing the same bed?”
“Okay, not everything. But Jack accepts Ann is part of a tight group of friends. Just because they’re all gooey in love doesn’t mean that will change.”
Then why do you look so scared?he wanted to ask.
The waitress returned with their food. As the meal progressed and their talk turned to friends he hadn’t seen in years, he thought the date had gone amazingly well.
An hour and a half after they’d arrived, Maya pushed her beer away and sighed. “I’m stuffed. What now?”
He gave her a sly smile designed to unnerve her. When she sat up straighter in her chair and frowned, he knew he’d been successful. “Now we go home. And we go to bed.”
Chapter Two
“Bed?Are you high? Didn’t we talk about this?” Maya tried to ignore the butterflies wrestling in her stomach.
He laughed. “You’re so easy. I meant, we go home, where I drop you off. You go to your bed. Then I go home to mine.”
