“Why are you laughing at me?” He veered forward, his face glowing in the candlelight.
“Because you’re so manly, but that chair is so girlie. You look ridiculous, sitting in it.” I continued to giggle.
He leaned back. “You think I’m manly, huh?”
“Compared to the chair,” I fired back.
“My Elizabeth, always so sassy.”
I swooned—silently and to myself, but I still did it.
“I’m sorry again about last night.”
“I’m over it. Let’s not talk about it anymore.”
I wanted to be done with it. He’d apologized, and I’d forgiven him. It was time to move on.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he complimented.
“You’re all right,” I teased.
Our waitress appeared, and I was thankful for the break in the awkwardness.
“Good evening. My name’s Heather, and I’ll be your waitress tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”
Daniel nodded at me, and I glanced at the wine menu. “I’ll take a glass of your dry Riesling.”
“Make it a bottle,” he interjected.
Heather smiled at him. She was charmed by the sight of him, the same way I had been. Only, it had taken her all of two seconds.
“Of course. Would you like to hear our specials?”
“Just the wine for now. Thanks.” He dismissed her. It wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t overly friendly either.
I watched as Heather’s smile dropped a little before she turned away.
7.
DANIEL
Elizabeth looked absolutely gorgeous. I couldn’t stop staring at her face, her eyes, her mouth, and her ass when she’d walked in front of me. Everything about this woman called to me. Hell, I’d already flown out to see her twice in as many days. I might need an intervention.
“So, Elizabeth,” I started, hoping she’d let me in on some of her mystery tonight.
“So, Daniel,” she countered before continuing, “are you going to make this sort of thing a habit?”
“What sort of thing?” I asked playfully.
Her head tilted to one side, allowing her long hair to spill down across her shoulder. With her bare neck revealed, I instantly hardened. I wanted to slide next to her and feast on her skin. Fuck dinner. I had everything I needed sitting across from me.
“Flying out here to see me,” her voice said.
I blinked twice to regain focus. “I’m planning on it, yes. Is that going to be a problem?” Please fucking say no.
She sighed, and I reached across the table for her hand.
“I don’t think so, but how can you afford to do that with your job?”