I should make this guy go away. One call to the front desk to inform them that I’m being harassed should do it.Right?And what would I tell them? That a man kindly brought me a bottle of unopened water because he suspected I wasn’t feeling well?
I slap my hand to my forehead, silently reprimanding myself only to remember I still had my eye mask on during the entirety of our exchange. I move my other hand to my hair, and yup, sure enough, the silk scarf I sleep with at night is still there. I roll my eyes at what a pathetic image I must’ve made.
Matt always hated it when I wore my scarf when I spent the night over his place. No matter how many times I told him I did it to preserve my hairstyle or to keep my hair from drying out against his cotton pillowcases and sheets, he never cared. Eventually, I just took to buying silk pillowcases for when I slept over his place.
“No,” I say out loud in the empty room. I am not going to allow myself to think about Matt any longer. He’s a part of my past.A long part of my past, yes, but he won’t get my future.
Those are my final thoughts on my ex as I head into the bathroom to shower and get ready to spend some time with Emanuel. I’m not completely sure about this guy no matter how attractive and delectable he might be. I figure if he’s boring or an asshole, I can ditch him after breakfast.
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Emanuel
“This place serves a great breakfast,” I say as I hold the door open forNadineto pass through. Yeah, I know it’s not her real name but I don’t press the issue just yet.
“How many?” the hostess asks.
“Two.”
Nadine turns to me. “I’m hungrier than I thought I’d be.”
“A hangover will do that to you.”
She frowns. “How do you know I’m hungover?”
I give her a funny look. “Aren’t you?”
“Possibly.”
“The fact that you’re nearly done with that second bottle of water says it all.” I tilt my head to the bottle in her hands. The one I’d brought over to her when I picked her up for our day out.
“I like water.”
“And maybe you’re full of shit.”
Those golden eyes of hers widen in shock, and I smirk. I can already tell I’m going to enjoy keeping her off-kilter.
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
I grin. “Maybe.”
“Your table’s ready. Right this way,” the hostess interrupts before she can say anything back. After showing us to our seats, the hostess places the menus in front of us. “Your waitress will be right with you.”
“You’ve been here before?”
“The day before yesterday,” I answer.
“What do you recommend?”
“I had breakfast tacos with chorizo. They were pretty good.”
“Are you getting that again?”
I shake my head.
“Why not?”
“Variety is the spice of life. I’m going to get the veggie omelet with hash browns this morning.”
