“No.” My brows furrowed at her. “I’m meeting someone.”
“Name for the reservation?” she asked.
“See, here’s the thing. I don’t know his name. He said he’d tell me when I arrived. He’s incredibly handsome and lacks respect for people’s personal boundaries.”
“You’re in luck. A handsome man just walked in about ten minutes ago.”
“Did you get his name?” I smirked at her.
“Only his last.”
“And?” I raised my brow.
“Thorne. Mr. Thorne. I’ll take you to his table.”
As she led me through the restaurant, I saw Mr. Thorne staring at me in a corner booth.
Damn, he was sexy.
“Good evening.” He smiled as he stood up. “You’re late.”
“I was here. The hostess was trying to figure out whom I was meeting since I wasn’t given a name.”
“And she figured it out?”
“She did. I told her I was meeting a man who had little respect for people’s personal boundaries. She knew instantly I was here to meet you, Mr. Thorne.” I arched my brow as a small smile crossed my lips.
“You’re cute.” He smirked. “I’m Lucas Thorne, Jenna—?” I would shake your hand, but I don’t want to get in the way of your personal boundaries.”
“Larson. Jenna Larson.” I extended my hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Lucas.”
“And you as well.” He placed his hand in mine. “Thank you for agreeing to join me for dinner.”
“Well, it’s the least I could do since I did spill scotch all over your expensive suit.”
“Good evening, Mr. Thorne. Madame.” The waiter gave me a nod. “May I grab you a drink from the bar?”
“Good evening, Lorenzo. Scotch?” Lucas glanced at me.
“Of course.” I smiled. “One ice cube.”
“Two scotches. One ice cube for the lady and no ice for me.”
“Very good, sir. I’ll be back to take your order.”
“I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who drinks scotch.”
“What do you think that says about me?” I reached into the basket that sat in the middle of the table and pulled out a breadstick.
“I think it says you’re very smart and not afraid to be different. I also think you’re very independent.”
“You’re a smart man.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
The waiter delivered our drinks and took our dinner order. Picking up my glass, I gave it a little swirl and took a sip as he intently watched me. I felt as if he was turned on just as much as I was. He may have been a jerk, but all that quickly fell by the wayside. He was gorgeous. More so than I remembered at the club. If he were to ask me to return to his place, I probably wouldn’t hesitate.
“I saw what you did to that guy at the club.” A smirk formed on his lips.
“You saw that?”
