“Merlot.” So far so good.
“Favorite food?”
“Chocolate with sea-salt and caramel.”
He rolled his eyes. “Original.”
“Like I said, open book. Let me guess, you like hot stuff?”
“You got me pegged,” he said with a laugh. “Hot peppers for savory, cinnamon for sweet.”
“Original,” I thew back at him.
He shrugged with a grin.
“You local?” he asked.
I’d lived here in Providence my whole life.
“Yup. You?”
“Out of town.” Another chuckle. “Feels like a whole other world.”
Probably New York. He seemed cosmopolitan like that. City life in the Big Apple probably felt like a different world compared to Rhode Island.
I loved how he kept things simple, telling me enough to keep me interested, but not enough to get invested.
“Family?” I asked, the word slipping out.
Fuck.
Too deep.
“No siblings, father’s passed, mom’s… well, you’d probably call her a sex-worker.”
His candor shocked me. I felt obliged to share something of equal value, so I told him something I never usually tell a man.
“I was an orphan, bounced around the foster system till I aged out three years ago.” Wow, that came out way to easy.
He nodded, but thankfully didn’t comment. My admission also didn’t scare him away. Instead, he went on about his family.
“Mom made sure I knew the ABCs of sex before I was ten,” he said with that slick smile.
“ABCs?” I had to know.
“Ass, Boobs, Clit.” His grin would have melted my panties if he hadn’t incinerated them earlier. “She used to say, ‘nothing’s worse than bad sex, so make sure you leave ’em wanting more.’ And I’ve lived by that ever since.”
That sinful smile widened as he slipped another twenty onto the counter. “Another prairie fire. No… two. Share one with me?”
I raised a brow.
Sure, why not.I wasn’t one for spicy things, but I was curious where this was going.
I reached back and grabbed the two ingredients without looking, my eyes never leaving this fascinating man. My turn to pin him down with my gaze.
He seemed to love it.
I poured two shots and pushed one over to him.
