The ride to the restaurant didn't take long, but Wyatt moped the whole way there. He knew it was childish and that he was a full grown man, but since no one but Thor would see him, he pouted.
When the car door opened to get out though, he wo
re a polite smile.
Lorna was waiting for him at the table. She wore a tiny black dress that showed massive amounts of cleavage and left little to the imagination. Wyatt had to admit that she was very beautiful, but he much preferred Cassie's simple but elegant style. He liked having something left to the imagination.
“Hi, Wyatt.” Her voice was low and breathy. She stood up sensually and stepped toward him.
“Hello, Lorna,” he greeted her. He held out his hand and made it a point that he was shaking her hand, not giving a hug.
She stared at his hand for a moment and then shook it with a surprised smile. “How professional.”
He was a perfect gentleman. He had a plan to get through this. He pulled out her chair and helped her sit before going to his own seat.
“So, Wyatt, tell me about yourself.” She leaned forward, showing off cleavage along with her eager smile.
“I'm sure you've read most of it online,” he replied. “Or that Cassie's told you.”
Her smile faltered slightly at Cassie's name. “Well, tell me about the boat you have at Cannes. I've heard it's amazing.”
“I sold it,” he confessed. “I'm rarely in Cannes. It's too rich for my blood. I've found I much prefer being out of the spotlight. It's something Cassie and I share.”
Lorna's eye twitched slightly again at Cassie's name.
“Oh, look, the waitress is here.” Wyatt quickly scanned his menu. “I'll take the lobster special, please.”
“What do you think I should have?” Lorna asked him. “What do you want for me?”
“I don't know,” he replied. “Cassie always picks her own food. You should too.”
Lorna's smiled dropped, and she glared at the poor waitress. “I'll have the lobster too. And the recommended wine.”
The waitress left, and Lorna fixed her smile back. Wyatt could tell that this wasn't going the way she'd planned.
Wyatt knew what she was trying to do. He'd been on so many dates like this. Women saw his wealth and wanted it. They would go to dinner, wearing something revealing, and ask him to talk about himself. They would say that everything he said was funny or clever.
He'd fallen for it a few times before discovering that it was all fake. Women would say or do whatever they thought would make him like them. It was ironic because that was precisely the last thing he wanted. He liked that Cassie spoke her mind. He liked that he didn't have to order for her. He liked that she didn't always laugh at his jokes.
“I heard you have the most amazing beach house in California,” Lorna tried again. “Will you tell me about it? I bet you get invited to the best parties.”
“When I lived in California, I spent most of my time at the office. I didn't get to enjoy the house or the parties.” He hadn't enjoyed that part of his life at all. It had been all work all the time. It was a big part of why he'd left. To bring it up showed that she didn't know him at all. “I honestly could barely tell you what the kitchen looks like. I was basically never there.”
“That's a shame,” Lorna replied. “You must be so proud of your business. I love it when a man finds something he's passionate about.”
“You know that I quit, right? I left my business.” Wyatt frowned slightly.
“Oh, right.” Lorna blushed. She'd gotten caught up in the yes-man routine. “I mean, you were passionate about being in the Caribbean, too. Right?”
“Where I met Cassie. Yes.” Wyatt took a sip of his water. He was determined to bring up Cassie wherever he could.
He didn't feel bad about it either. Lorna knew he was with Cassie, yet she was choosing to pursue him anyway. Lorna was supposedly Cassie's friend, yet she was choosing to try and break them up. The only thing she knew about Wyatt was that he was rich. They'd never had a real conversation. Even now, she was asking him about things that related to his wealth, not to him.
If anything, he felt pity for her. She wasn't going to get him, no matter how hard she tried.
“Lorna, tell me about yourself.” He decided to let her talk for a while. “I'm sure you must have some sort of interesting hobby.”
Lorna's face lit up. “I play golf and tennis,” she explained excitedly. “Do you play? I'm sure you must, being a billionaire and all.”