He then turns and a busboy brings him the bottle of sparkling water. He puts down a small glass with a small plate of lemon wedges before pouring some in the glass. “Thank you.”
“Shall I give you a minute to look over the menu?” he asks us and we both nod.
She waits for him to walk away before she grabs the glass of wine. “So I’m curious,” she starts, taking a sip, “what did they tell you about tonight?”
I watch her throat move as she swallows the wine, the image of my cock trying to ram down her throat flashes in my head. I grab the glass of water and take a sip, the coldness mixed with the bubbles snapping me out of it. “They didn’t say anything. Jaxon said Ariella wanted to set me up on a blind date,” I reply.
“And you said yes?” She tilts her head to the side.
“The same way you said yes to the blind date,” I throw back at her.
“I was doing it—” I hold up my hand to stop her from talking.
“Does it matter why you did it?” I ask her.
“Yes, I wasn’t supposed to come on this date.”
“But here you are.” She opens her mouth and then closes it. “So you came on this blind date, not knowing who it was going to be.”
She rolls her eyes as she finishes the glass of wine. “That’s the whole idea of a blind date, Knox.” My name on her lips is music to my cock. “You don’t know who you are going to meet.”
“Thanks for clearing that up for me,” I say sarcastically. “I wasn’t sure how it would work.”
“So now that we’ve got that out of the way,” she states, putting down her wine glass, “what are we going to talk about?”
“The last time I went out on a date was over fourteen years ago,” I admit to her. “From what I remember, you get to know the other person.”
“Well, I know you are divorced, a single dad, and you play hockey.”
“I know you work for a foundation and you are one of my best friend’s sister.” I fold my arms over my chest, leaning back in the chair. “And I’m pretty sure if he finds out we’re here he’s going to want to kick my ass.”
She snorts. “We should play twenty questions.”
“Sure. Do you want to go first?” I ask her and she shrugs.
“What is your favorite season of the year?” she asks me.
“Can I have two?” I ask her and she laughs.
“Sure, we’re throwing all the rules out tonight.”
“Okay, well, I obviously love winter because I get to play hockey.” She nods as if she understands. “But then again, I love summer because I get to spend time with my kids.” She smiles a small smile as if she really means it. “What about you?”
“Summer,” she says. “The sun shining, the warm ocean water. The smell of sunscreen. The sand hot enough to burn the soles of your feet.” She laughs. “Everyone is more relaxed in the summer. It doesn’t feel like everyone is hustling and bustling through the day. People, I find, savor their time in the summer.”
“I never thought of it like that.”
“Well, I’m obviously smart.” She picks up the glass of wine, finishing her sip. “Your turn.”
“What is your dream vacation?” I ask, and she actually takes a second to think about it.
“I would say Bora Bora. I mean, I’ve seen it in movies. With the little huts over the crystal-blue water.” Her smile goes big. “It’s like the most perfect social media pictures you will ever get,” she puts her glass down, “but I have heard that it’s B-O-R-I-N-G.”
“You would be right,” I tell her and I can see her eyes go big. “I went on my honeymoon.” Something flashes in her eyes.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stir up old memories.”
“No, it’s fine,” I admit to her. “It is what it is.” I smile at her.
