Club Endless Fantasy
Ian arrived at Minetta before I did and sent me a message to let me know he was already seated. I was escorted through the restaurant, and when we turned the corner, I realized that he was even more attractive in person—I didn’t even think that was possible. He had dark brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and a jaw that looked like it could cut straight through steel. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I forgot all about the flaws I was searching for—because I was practically mesmerized by the man that stood up from his seat.
“Elly.” He smiled and took a step forward. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”
You’re so damn hot, I can’t think straight…
“I thought you only liked my smile.” I looked down and felt myself blush.
No, don’t blush!
“Hopefully I’ll get a chance to see it a few times tonight.” He pulled out my chair so that I could sit down.
“We need to talk about that…” I exhaled sharply.
“Let’s get a drink first and have a look at the menu.” He sat down across from me.
Okay, I guess we can do that before we have a serious discussion. A drink will probably make it easier…
“What’s good here?” I took the menu that Ian offered me.
“They’ve never served me anything I didn’t like, but I tend to stay away from the stuff I can’t pronounce.” He chuckled under his breath.
“Good plan.” I nodded. “Although that does limit my wine options…”
“Do you prefer red or white?” He tilted his head inquisitively.
“Red, normally.” My eyes scanned the list.
“Just ask our waiter for a recommendation. They know what people prefer.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, the expensive stuff.” I laughed and shook my head.
“I’m paying, so you can order whatever you want.” He waved off my concern.
“No.” I shook my head quickly. “I’m going to pay for my own dinner. This isn’t a date—it’s just easier to have this conversation in person.”
“You make it sound like you’re breaking up with me.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “It’s customary to go a date before you let someone down with a thud. What’s next? It’s not you—it’s me—here’s a ticket to the friend-zone with your name on it?”
“Stop it…” I shook my head and laughed. “This is supposed to be a serious conversation.”
“Okay, here’s my serious face.” Ian relaxed his smile—but his expression was still so comical I couldn’t stop laughing.
He’s as funny as I thought—I guess I can mark that off the list of possible flaws.
“Are you ready to order drinks?” The waiter walked up before I could respond to Ian.
“I am.” Ian nodded. “Can you recommend a bottle of red wine?”
“Yes sir.” The waiter pointed at the menu. “Chateau Margaux seems to be a favorite for most of our guests. 1997 is a very popular year.”
“Okay, you sold me on it.” Ian looked towards me. “I’m going to order the bottle. You’re welcome to have a glass. I won’t drink it all on my own.”
Well there’s a flaw… He won’t let me pay for my own wine!
“That’s fine.” I narrowed my eyes at him until the waiter was out of earshot. “That’s wasn’t fair.”
“Why?” He shrugged. “You could have ordered your own if you really wanted to.”
“That would be a waste…” I sighed and looked down at the menu. “I’m paying for the appetizer—not that it will be comparable.”