Beckett shrugged. He was so damn handsome. Of course he wanted to play the field.
“It wasn’t intentional. I just went with the flow. But now that I think about it, it was shallow. Meaningless.”
He frowned as if he was having a conversation with himself.
“I like a man who can self-reflect,” I informed him.
Then he wiggled his eyebrows. “Enough to go home with me?”
“Mr. LeBlanc, don’t talk dirty to me at lunch. I might have to take you up on it.” Then I remembered I had a meeting afterward and groaned. “Wait! Not today.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. It wasn’t possible today anyway, unless we went by the hotel again.”
My face flushed. “That was…”
Beckett looked at me intently. “What?”
“That was so hot.”
He grinned wolfishly. “I thought the same.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“What? Gone to a hotel room to get fucked?” He’d dropped his voice to a very low whisper. It turned me on immediately, especially since he’d said the same to me that night.
“You are truly not on your best behavior today.”
He leaned slightly forward, winking at me. “Spoiler alert: I didn’t mean to be.” Straightening up, he schooled his features. “So, tell me, when would you like to come here with your parents?”
“Whenever we get some free time for dinner. They’re flexible in the evening. But honestly, you don’t have to bother.”
He shook his head. “No bother. I’ll get you a table. You have my word.”
Ooh la la. Beckett LeBlanc was truly a knight in shining armor. And I loved it.
CHAPTER 23
PIPER
When Beckett saidhe could get us a table, I assumed it would happen weeks down the road. To my surprise, he texted only two days later.
Beckett: I can get you a table for you and your parents this evening.
I replied before even checking with my parents. I was certain they’d jump at the opportunity.
Piper: We’d love that, Beckett.
Beckett: Consider it done. Reserved for six o’clock.
Hell yes. My parents were going to be over the moon.
Piper: Thank you, thank you, thank you! How can I repay you?
Beckett: Spend one night with me at the penthouse.
I laughed, but then he sent a second message.
Beckett: I mean it. I’d love to spend the evening with you.
