“Good evening, what can I get you guys to drink?” our server asks.
“Uh…” Bea starts, reaching for the drinks menu.
“What virgin cocktails do you have?” I ask, making Bea pause and look back up at me. Her eyes narrow, but I see the amusement dancing in them.
“We have a non-alcoholic sangria,” our server suggests.
“Perfect, two of those please.”
With a nod, he heads off.
“You can drink,” Bea says softly.
“What I said in the restaurant still stands. So,” I say, sliding her food menu closer as our server disappears again. “Somehow, we need to select dishes.”
She studies the options for a few minutes before confessing, “I don’t even know where to start.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Aside from what you can’t eat, is there anything you won’t eat?”
She thinks for a moment. “Not really. I’m open to trying most things.”
“Trust me?” I ask, hoping that just like last time, she’ll tell me she does. I don’t know why I need to hear it so badly, but I do.
She takes a moment to answer, and the wait makes my heart slam against my ribs. But after a few seconds, she looks up at me from under her lashes and gives me the answer I was hoping for.
“Yes.”
“That was incredible, thank you,”Bea says as we leave the restaurant just over two hours later. For a dinner date, the reservation was a little early. But Bea hasn’t questioned it or asked if I have other plans. Maybe she just thinks I booked itearly so she could be home to relax. Whatever the reason, I love that she hasn’t questioned me. She isn’t expecting anything or here on an agenda. It’s a welcome relief, given most of the women I spend time with want something from me, even if it is just bragging rights that they got to spend the night bouncing on my dick.
“You’re welcome. Do you think you’re going to be full for a little while?”
“For an hour at least. I might be down for dessert then.”
“Are you willing to continue hanging out with me so we can get dessert?”
“You’re not taking me home now?”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I confess as we come to a stop beside my car.
I take one more step than I probably should, and she bumps against the door, gazing up at me with her violet eyes.
“Unless you want me to, of course.”
She bites down on the inside of her lips and swallows before finally shaking her head.
Reaching out, I twirl a loose lock of her hair around my finger. It’s so soft, and being this close allows me to remember her coconut scent from that night.
Her eyes bounce between mine, and she releases her lips as if she’s preparing to say something. But seconds pass, and no words appear.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, the deep rasp of my voice giving away exactly what her proximity is doing to me.
“It’s…” Her words trail off as her eyes drop to my lips. “N-nothing. It’s nothing. What did you have planned next?”
A smile pulls at my lips as I curl my hand around the top of my car, caging her in, and whisper, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
I lean closer, and for a moment, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop myself. I get the feeling she doesn’t want me to,either, but at the last minute, I remember who she is and why we’re here, and I tuck my fingers under the door handle and pull it open.
“In you get,” I encourage.
