"I'm not, but I had a feeling you might be."
"You would be correct. I'll take white, please."
"Coming right up." I could count the number of times on one hand that I opened a bottle of wine. I considered it a success when I managed to get the cork out without breaking it or accidentally dropping the bottle.
Molly watched me intently. I desperately wanted to ask her what was going through her mind, but I wasn't sure I was ready to hear whatever she had to say. If there was one thing I learned in our short time together, it was that Molly was brutally honest. The woman had no filter.
"Will you be joining me, or am I drinking alone tonight?"
I moved over to the fridge and pulled out my favorite bottle of beer. "Wine’s not really my thing, but to answer your question, yes, I'll be joining you."
"Good. I would hate for you to think I'm a lush. Although after our first encounter, you might already have that opinion about me."
I took my seat next to her. "I think you forget that you weren't the only one to get blackout drunk that night." I was still trying to figure out how the hell that happened. I knew we had a few shots but I hadn't thought it was that much.
"I guess that makes me feel better."
Molly took one bite of the chicken and moaned. I stopped my fork halfway to my mouth and nearly choked on my spit. The sound shot straight to my cock. I wanted to hear that sound again but this time with her mouth wrapped around my shaft. It killed me that we had sex and I couldn't remember it.
I coughed into my fist. "If you keep making noises like that, I'm going to have a hard time being a gentleman."
The teasing smile on Molly's face was the first indication I was screwed. "And if I don't want you to be a gentleman?"
With my elbows on the table, I hung my head just a little and turned it just enough that I caught her attention. "As much as I would love to peel that dress off you to see what you're wearing underneath, it’s more important to me that we take things slow and get to know each other because I would very much like to keep you as my wife."
CHAPTER TWELVE
MOLLY
There was something about the way Parker said wife that set me on fire. I came here tonight with one objective. To find out what his intentions were when it came to me.
"Good answer." I pointed my fork at him, then stabbed one of the baby potatoes and brought it to my lips.
Parker claimed he wasn't a gourmet chef, but damn, did he know how to cook? I don't know why, but that surprised me.
"So I passed whatever test you were putting me through?"
My husband didn't sound the least bit upset that I had set out to see how he would handle our evening. "You did. I needed to make sure you wanted me for more than just my body."
That sounded conceited even though it wasn't how I meant it, but there had been plenty of men over the years who expected sex on the first date.
"I think you're extremely sexy. Even more so in that dress, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you how beautiful you look when you first walked in. That's a mistake on my part. One I plan to correct the next date we have, but no, I don't want you just for your body. I want so much more than that."
Damn, that answer was even better than the first one. Parker was going to have me falling for him in no time. I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet. I cleared my throat. "So I know we talked a little that night at the bar, but it was mostly only surface-level shit . . ." I left the sentence hanging. I wasn't even sure where I wanted to go with it, but I did know I wanted to know more about him.
"We did, and yes, it was. I take it you want to continue that conversation?"
I bit the corner of my lip. "Or have a deeper one."
Parker reached my way and saved my lip from the mutilation it was currently enduring. "Just so you know, when you bite your lip like that, I want to replace it with my own teeth."
Well, alrighty then.
"But I won't because I'm being a gentleman." It was Parker's turn to clear his throat. "Ask away. I'll answer the best I can."
Shit, what was it I wanted to know? My husband was going to be bad for my libido. I took a deep breath to clear my head. Getting to know each other. That's what this night was supposed to be about.
"Tell me about your family. Any siblings? Parents happily married? Where are you from?" I was nervous, and I didn't do nervous, so the result was me rapid-firing questions at him.
