Shaking my head, I read what he said.
Sin – Who’s the date with?
Me – Victor Jessup. Mom begged me to accept a date from him. Said she saw how he looked at me. Said he was a sweet boy.
Me – He isn’t. He’s currently in the process of flirting with our waitress.
Me – Oh, and he’s checking out every single woman that walks by our table.
Sin – Where are you?
Me – Milagros.
Sin – I got you covered.
Me – What do you mean?
Silence.
Nothing.
No lighting screen.
No vibration, which could be a bad thing.
A very bad thing. Considering the man that I was texting is far out of my league and all I can think about is having those rough hands run up and down my body.
Harlee Belle Murray, stop it.
I chided myself.
“Umm, excuse me. Is your name Harlee?” At the sound of my name, my gaze jerked up to see a woman in her mid to late forties. Auburn hair pulled back in a classy knot at the nape of her head. White button-down and black slacks.
I shook my head and then mumbled, “Umm, yes.”
“Great. Your husband said that he hopes you got your wild oats sewn tonight. And you better wear that sexy red negligee to bed for him. Because his date was a bust, too. Apparently, she didn’t like it when he told her the reason he really agreed to dinner.”
I felt my cheeks flush scarlet red. And then I snickered. And then that snicker turned to an outrageous giggle, which turned to full-out laughter.
I was laughing so hard I found myself unable to breath, when she said, “Umm just to say, he sounds sexy as fuck. I’d be interested.”
My laughter tapered off, and then I winked at her and pulled up my contact.
His laughter greeted me after the first ring once he picked up.
I waited a beat, put the phone on speaker, and then he finally asked, “Now, how’d I know that this call was comin’?”
“Well, I promised the lovely woman that just delivered your message to me in a room full of people that I would find out if you wanted her to join us.”
His laughter died, instantly, “Well, shit.”
I smirked.
The woman instantly took in the vibe, the waitress that was standing close to my date, said date, who I also noticed had a faint tan line on an important ring finger, and the way he was looking at the waitress’s boobs.
Huh, didn’t know he was married. Knew my mother definitely didn’t know.
“He was calling to distract you and give you a better night from wherever he is, isn’t he?” the woman asked.
