Okay, I can’t think about him—I need to focus on my assignments.

I got my thoughts in order, did some of my schoolwork, and then my mind began to wander again. I started analyzing every detail of our encounter. I truly had no idea why I didn’t leave the bar when he walked in—or why I couldn’t take my eyes off him once I ordered my glass of wine. He caught me staring—he probably saw me blush. That had to be why he bought me a drink. I would have never been that obvious if I hadn’t already had a few before he arrived. I certainly wouldn’t have given him an open invitation to come sit by me. I didn’t know how our date would go—but the attraction didn’t seem to be one-sided—even if the thought of a guy as hot as him being interested in me was quite mind-blowing.

I might as well just go to bed. I’m obviously not going to get anything else accomplished tonight…

“Wow, do you have a party to go to tonight or something?” Hank walked into the locker room and stopped in his tracks when he saw me.

“What?” I turned towards him with a confused look on my face.

“That dress…” He motioned to me. “You weren’t wearing that when you showed up for work today.”

“Oh…” I turned back towards my locker.

“Oh? What kind of response is that?” He walked up beside me. “If it’s not a party—you must have a date!”

“Maybe…” I looked at him and grinned.

“Is it someone who works here?” He raised his eyebrows inquisitively, and then he lowered his voice. “Colton?”

“No, I’m not going out with anyone who works here.” I shook my head back and forth. “Besides, aren’t Colton and Tatum together?”

“It’s an on-again-off-again thing.” He shrugged. “Mostly off…”

“Ah…” I nodded in understanding. “They seemed very on-again last night.”

“I can never keep track.” He threw his hands up and laughed. “Okay, so if it’s not someone that works here, who is it?”

“Um…” I swallowed nervously but decided that it wouldn’t hurt to tell him. “It’s Damien Sinn.”

“What!?” He took a step to the side and then did a double take. “Seriously!?”

“Remember when I went upstairs to get my phone?” I smiled and looked down.

“You rode the elevator all the way to the top floor and asked him out?” Hank’s head snapped back.

“No…” I laughed. “He was in the bar—he bought me a drink.”

“Wow.” Hank whistled through his teeth. “Well, okay then. Good luck—you’re probably going to need it.”

“Why do you say that?” I felt a hint of concern when I heard the tone of his voice change.

“It’s just…” He looked down and sighed. “My cousin went on a date with him a couple of years ago. He left before they even ordered their food.”

“Damn…” I blinked in surprise.

Hank’s warning didn’t exactly fill me with confidence—it made me lose some of the excitement I had about the date. I came to terms with the fact that I was going on a date with Damien earlier that morning. Picking out my dress and finding the perfect pair of shoes to match made it seem a lot more real than my scattered analysis of the situation while I still had alcohol in my system.

I decided not to let what Hank said get me down. If the date with his cousin happened a couple of years before Damien asked me out, there could be a million things that had changed since then. I didn’t sense any hesitation when he walked up to me at the bar—I hoped that meant there wasn’t any. I was nervous enough as it was, without the added stress of being scared that I might get ditched midway through the date.

The way I was drawn to him—I’ve never felt anything like that before. Life has played a lot of cruel jokes on me, but I don’t think this is one of them.

“You look—beautiful.” Damien’s eyes opened wide when I walked up to our table at Moretti’s.

“Thank you.” I looked down and felt myself blushing.

Damien immediately stood up and pulled out my chair—he was incredibly hot and chivalrous. He already had a whiskey sitting on the table in front of him, and the waiter showed up to take my drink order as soon as I sat down. I picked up the wine menu and was a little concerned when I saw that none of them had prices. I was a long way from being a wine connoisseur and terrified of ordering something expensive. Damien seemed to sense my hesitation and helped me choose a wine that was similar to what I was drinking at the Pembroke. He either knew the price or simply wasn’t concerned with it.

“How was work today?” Damien sipped his whiskey and handed me the menu with our dining options.

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