“No, but I thought you’d like it. Don’t worry about it.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Besides, if you don’t like it, you can always spit.”
David couldn’t believe he’d said that.
Thankfully, Frank just snort-laughed, and then blushed, as if he was embarrassed. He blinked up at David, showing off his long eyelashes, and shook his head.
David felt a pinch right behind his belly button.
Frank wascute.
David’sno fucking patronspolicy absolutely extended to critics—if anything, it was even more forceful—but a little flirting never hurt anyone. Hell, he’d put himself through college on the generous tips he used to get flirting with any customer that moved.
There was nothing wrong with using a little charm to smooth an evening along. And if that evening led to a glowing review for Aspire? Well, there were worse things in life than flirting with a cute guy.
A cute guy who definitely licked his lips as David rested the glass on the table in front of him.
Worked every time.
“Is there anything else I can get you?”
Frank looked up, pink tongue still barely peeking out of the corner of his lips. He seemed to realize it, too, because he swallowed and cleared his throat. “Uh, I’d love to get some fries if I could.”
“I’ll get those started right away,” David said. “They’re the best fries in town.”
David gave a little wink. Frank Allen had surely triedallthe fries in town. But Aspire’s were David’s favorite, and he wasn’t just saying that out of loyalty.
“I’m David, by the way,” he added. “The wine director here. Just flag me down if you need anything. Anything at all.”
Was that a lip bite? David blinked and dragged his eyes upward. A little flirting was fine, but staring at Frank’s lips—his very pink, very arched lips, the surrounding stubble making them stand out—was too far.
Shit, Frank was talking.
“Thanks, David,” he said. “I will.”
David gave another confident smile and retreated toward the kitchen.When he glanced back, Frank’s head immediately whipped back toward his glass.
Was Frank checking out his ass?
David smirked as Frank swirled his wine, sipped, sighed with contentment.
Then Frank grabbed his phone and started typing furiously.
Jeri didn’t need to worry about a thing.
This review was in the bag.
five
Farzan
Farzan
I think the hot sommelier might be flirting with me???
He made a joke about spitting??
