Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
She shakes her head and then does the unthinkable, she walks to the empty chair across from me, pulls it out, and sits. “I’m going to kill them,” she mumbles, “but I’m going to do it on a full fucking stomach.” She puts her purse down beside her on the floor and does the next unthinkable thing. She takes off her fucking jacket, leaving her in that lace top. Her shoulders are bare with just the little spaghetti straps.
“Let me get this straight,” I lean back in my chair, “you are my date.”
“Oh no.” She shakes her head, laughing. “Nope, that would not be me.”
“They called me tonight to ask me to fill in for the girl who was going to stand you up,” she shares with a smile. “Your date didn’t even want to come here.”
“But you did?” I stare into her eyes and the need to reach over the table and yank her to me almost makes me explode.
“I felt sorry for the guy,” she says. “You, not so much. I can understand her now.” She smiles at me and it’s the fakest smile I’ve ever gotten in my life.
“Hello, welcome to Trattoria,” the waiter announces, dressed in black pants and a white shirt, a black bow tie at his neck. “I’m Geraldo and I’ll be your server for the night.” He looks at us. “Can I start you with something to drink?”
“I’ll have a bottle of your most expensive Pinot Grigio,” she says to him, “one glass.” He tries not to show her that he’s about to smile, nodding and then turning to me.
“I’ll have a bottle of sparkling water, one glass,” I repeat what she said.
“So we’re going to stay on this date?” I ask her when he walks away.
“We might as well since I’m here already.” She grabs her menu. “You’re welcome, by the way.” She never looks up at me as she reads the menu. “If it wasn’t for me, you would be sitting here by yourself.”
“I might prefer it,” I retort and she snorts.
“Might? I would definitely prefer it.”
“Okay, since we’re here and we have agreed we are going to stay on this date.” Her eyebrows go up as she looks up at me. “We have agreed to share a meal together.”
“That’s better.”
“Why don’t we both cut the attitude?” I try to make peace with her.
“I,” she puts her hand on the top of her chest, “don’t have an attitude.” She rolls her eyes at the look I give her. “Okay, fine. I’ll be nice,” she gives in.
The waiter comes back with the bottle of wine in one hand and a silver bucket with a stand in the other. He places the bucket on the side of the table in between us. He shows her the bottle, and she nods at it before he takes out his wine opener, uncorks it, and then pours a bit in the wine glass on the table.
She picks it up and swirls it around before taking a sip and then smiling up at him. “Delightful,” she compliments and he smiles back at her, filling her glass halfway and putting the bottle in the silver bucket.
He then turns and a busboy brings him the bottle of sparkling water. He puts down a small glass with a small plate of lemon wedges before pouring some in the glass. “Thank you.”
“Shall I give you a minute to look over the menu?” he asks us and we both nod.
She waits for him to walk away before she grabs the glass of wine. “So I’m curious,” she starts, taking a sip, “what did they tell you about tonight?”
I watch her throat move as she swallows the wine, the image of my cock trying to ram down her throat flashes in my head. I grab the glass of water and take a sip, the coldness mixed with the bubbles snapping me out of it. “They didn’t say anything. Jaxon said Ariella wanted to set me up on a blind date,” I reply.
“And you said yes?” She tilts her head to the side.
“The same way you said yes to the blind date,” I throw back at her.
“I was doing it—” I hold up my hand to stop her from talking.
“Does it matter why you did it?” I ask her.
“Yes, I wasn’t supposed to come on this date.”
“But here you are.” She opens her mouth and then closes it. “So you came on this blind date, not knowing who it was going to be.”
She rolls her eyes as she finishes the glass of wine. “That’s the whole idea of a blind date, Knox.” My name on her lips is music to my cock. “You don’t know who you are going to meet.”
“Thanks for clearing that up for me,” I say sarcastically. “I wasn’t sure how it would work.”