man. I wanted to think of something to say, to instigate a conversation, but all I could think about was his beautiful lips. And eyes. Damn those eyes.
“This looks delicious.” I smiled politely as our meal was being served to us. He accidentally grazed my hand as he was reaching for his glass. The slightest touch of him and I could feel butterflies and goose bumps. It was an innocent touch, but in that moment, I finally realized I could have feelings for someone besides Liam. I’m not ready for this. Am I? The realization that I could have feelings for anyone other than Stella’s father made me think I might be ready to move on.
But could I accept that, emotionally?
Dinner was excellent. We managed to make light conversation with him asking me simple questions about school and my internship. I wasn’t sure if I should ask him any questions, although I was getting more and more anxious to know this man better.
He stared at me as if he were looking right inside me, as if I were transparent. I was starting to see another side to this man—perhaps a man I could really like. He was kind, sweet, responsive to my answers, and seemed to have a keen interest in me. It was overwhelming. I barely knew this man, yet I was ready to dig my teeth into him.
The waiter returned promptly as we finished dinner and returned with dessert. We were served red velvet cheesecake and it was amazing. He watched me enjoy every single bite.
Why does he keep staring?
“Your enjoyment of food is extremely arousing.” He cocked a grin, making my insides tremble.
“I know amazing food when I taste it,” I said, smiling in between bites. This was too good not to enjoy.
Even when he stares at me like that.
He bit his lower lip and it almost sent me over the edge. I haven’t had a serious relationship or even a date in years, but this man—in this moment—was making me forget all of that.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked, noticing he hadn’t touched his dessert yet.
“I’m enjoying watching you, at the moment.” He smirked, making me feel self-conscious.
Please just eat and stop looking at me.
“Well…if you aren’t going to eat it, I will,” I replied playfully. I was a girl who enjoyed eating, especially dessert.
He chuckled in amusement and finally dug into his cheesecake. I then decided I could watch that man eat all day long. He acted with such grace, yet he remained powerful.
“So tell me, Drake…” I slowed my words as I prepared myself for what I was about to say. “Why was it so important to have dinner with me tonight?” I really did want to know, and I needed to keep the conversation going before I started to undress him with my eyes.
“Well, to be honest, I saw you across the room at your internship orientation dinner. You wore a dark red, V-neck dress with black strappy heels and you had your hair down in waves that just brushed your shoulders. You were holding a drink, talking to some other people, and in that moment, you looked so beautiful and happy. I knew right then that I needed to know you. Your smile… and your lips…” he responded seductively. I swallowed hard at his honesty.
“Why didn’t you approach me that night, then?” I asked curiously.
“Because I didn’t want to make it public knowledge,” he responded quickly, as if he’d already been prepared for that question. “But I couldn’t stop watching you.”
“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
He smiled as if he knew his exact answer. “Get to know you.”
“Did you ever consider that maybe I didn’t want you to know me?”
“I was hoping my wit and charm would make you feel differently.”
“That doesn’t mean I trust you.”
“Fair point. What is it that you don’t trust about me?” he asked, though I’m sure he knew.
“For starters, you have a reputation. And not a good one,” I said bravely, hoping he didn’t ask me to explain.
“Really? Enlighten me. What’s my
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