He sighs. “You promised me the carnival, but that’s not the next time I have in mind.”
“Mason, I’m sorry if I upset you by leaving, and I’ll go to the waterpark and carnival, but I’m really not looking for anything else right now.”
“It’s when you aren’t looking that you find what’s missing, Panda. I’ll call you later. Have a good day.”
He hangs up before I can reply, leaving me thoroughly confused and frustrated.
Chapter Four
“So what do you think he wants?” I ask Ian as he steals a french fry from my plate.
“You,” he replies simply.
“You aren’t helping.”
“Ev, the guy is obviously trying like hell to spend time with you. He took you on a fantastic date, fucked your brains out, then got upset when you snuck out. He’s way into you. Most girls would be planning the wedding.”
He grins when I roll my eyes at him. “And I’m so like most girls.”
“You want my advice? Quit analyzing it to death. A hot guy wants you and you’re looking for the catch. You’re the catch, girl, a great one. Give the guy a chance and have some fun.” Ian tips a wink at the pretty red headed waitress who refills our drinks, and she smiles at him.
“Remind me why I’m taking dating advice from you,” I scoff, taking his glass and drinking the last of his Coke.
“Because I have so much experience.”
A couple walks past us, arms linked around one another, staring at each other like they’re the only people in the world. The stab of jealousy I feel is quickly followed by pity for them. They’re so wrapped up in each other now, so happy, but eventually it’ll come back to bite them.
“If the woman you took home left after you fell asleep, howwould you feel?”
His dark eyes meet mine, his smile reluctant. “Relieved.”
“See, that’s what I was going for.”
“So you’re looking for a guy like me? Who takes a different girl home every week?”
“I’m not looking for a guy at all. But Mason doesn’t seem to hear the word No, and when we’re face to face, I have a hard time turning him down.”
The perky waitress returns to check on us. If she bats her eyelashes any faster she’s going to take flight. “Can I get you anything else?”
“A slice of apple pie, please, alamode,” I order, falling back on my belief that junk food cures anything.
“Can I get you anything?” Ms. Perky asks Ian.
He hands her his cell phone. “Would you fix this for me? There’s something wrong with it.”
A confused look creases her face as she looks at his phone. “Doesn’t look broken.”
“It’s missing your number, which makes it totally useless to me. I may as well throw it away.” Ian kicks me under the table when I shake my head, trying to not to laugh.
With a blush and a giggle, she enters her name and number in his contacts, smiling from ear to ear. When she walks away to retrieve my pie, Ian returns to our conversation without missing a beat. “Look, Ev, you’re scared. After what happened with Sean, I get it. You’ve dated plenty of guys since him, but this is the first time you’ve talked about someone like this. You like him.”
I flop back in my chair. “He got in my head.”
Ian snatches my fork and steals the first warm bite of pie when it’s placed in front of me. “He got in more than that.” He laughs, cocking an eyebrow. “Can he fuck?”
“Like a champ.”
“So, he’s gorgeous, well off, good in bed, and totally into you. I’m so sorry you have to suffer the indignity of being pursued by such a guy.”
