Page 83 of Heartless
It was just some post orgasmic gratitude. He made me come. I made him come. I might have been feeling grossly proud of the fact that I was the woman that brought him back to the land of the red blooded men that got laid. But that was it. Orgasms and ego. Nothing more than that.
Why can’t you stop looking at his smile then?
I stood up and hunched over the table, rearranging the perfectly positioned utensils and glasses just to have something to do.
“Is anyone training these people after you hire them or it's enough for you if they know what a napkin is?” I snapped at him.
“You’re avoiding me,” he said, ignoring my comment about his staff. Two could play that game. In fact, I was sure I was better at that game than he was. If he could ignore my words, I could certainly ignore him. So I remained silent. Then he released a sigh and tried another topic. “Any family gatherings soon?”
I didn’t even glance his way when I answered. “No.”
Not that my mother hadn’t been pestering me for another dinner and a wedding date announcement.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Why do you ask?”
“For small talk’s sake, I guess.”
“I planned to hit the spa.”
“Are you getting a massage?” He asked with a smirk on his handsome face. “Any particular place that needs a rub?”
“That's sexual harassment.”
He lifted his hands in the air in mock surrender. “I want to take you out on a date. That’s all. Unless you want more of course. Then I would be happy to help with any ache you might have in that gorgeous body of yours.”
“A date?” I spat in his direction. “You can't be serious.”
“Dead serious.”
Our eyes locked. All I saw in his gaze was calmness and determination. And lust. But maybe that was understandable. We sort of left things unfinished. And our chemistry was off the charts. That was hands-down the best sex of my life and he hadn’t even entered me.
But going on a date? I didn’t think so.
“No,” I said in what I hoped was a flat, disinterested tone.
“And why not?”
“Your fake dating responsibilities extend to family gatherings only. Us hanging out together on random occasions will cause more problems than it would solve.”
“I don't want to take you out on a fake date. I plan it to be a very real one.”
I glanced at the bride. She was still on the phone. And the baker was nowhere to be seen. How long did it take to bring a piece of freaking cake?
“I'll go check on Lisa.”
Parker shot up from his chair, grabbed my hand and held it in his. “One date.” His eyes were pleading. “No pretending.”
I hesitated. “It’s not a good time to be having this conversation.”
“We could’ve had it in private, but you refused to answer my calls and texts.”
“I’m working right now.”
“Say yes and the conversation ends.”
“I say no.”
