that’s why your little dog is as wide as he is tall,” Victoria teased, though her stomach tensed with mocking awareness. It was the inherent knowledge that it should have been Taylor last night instead of her; that was a very bitter pill to swallow.
“Are the two of you going out again?” Taylor asked, a speculative gleam in her brown eyes. She leaned on the counter and watched Victoria with captivated fascination.
“We are,” Victoria confirmed, feeling a little calmer as she realized that she was the one who experienced that zing ; though that could have been some sort of electrical disturbance, or something. Yet, he was the one that said it seemed like he knew her forever, even if he looked horrified immediately after he said it. But, oh, that kiss…. “For our next date he asked me to go to a company party with him.”
“ Hm, interesting.” Taylor looked slightly disconcerted as she propped her chin up on her hand and studied Victoria. “Is it serious?”
“I don’t know,” Victoria hedged even as the idea of it being more than casual thrilled her. But she didn’t want to get her hopes up too much, not yet, so she was going to keep it close to her heart for now. Taylor would be the first to know if it became serious.
“Well, did you kiss him?” Taylor grinned.
“We kissed,” Victoria said, unable to prevent the smile from forming at the memory of those kisses. The man could definitely kiss; and if he could see…. NO!! She wasn’t going to play the Devil’s Advocate game, not today. If he were to fall in love with her, it wouldn’t matter what she looked like. In theory, anyway. “He made me forget my name.”
“Wow,” Taylor murmured, her brown eyes staring at Victoria too intently. “I’ve never been kissed until I forgot my name; there must be some chemistry going on.”
A little trill of pleasure tripped up Victoria’s spine at the thought, but it was short lived; chemistry could be a fluke. Still, “We got along; he even promised to come up with something to top our first date.”
“Yet he invited you to a company party,” Taylor murmured with a hint of disapproval. “Hmm, that doesn’t seem to be much of a step up.”
Victoria smiled and shrugged, “It could be fun.”
“So, what’s his position in the company?” Taylor asked, letting the less-than-spectacular nature of the second date fade into the background.
Victoria frowned, not really sure. “We never actually got around to discussing what he does for a living,” she shrugged it off. “It doesn’t really matter.”
“Please, Victoria,” Taylor implored. “You’re so sweet; you don’t want to get stuck with some third-tier executive just because you have some ‘chemistry.’ You have to hold out for a vice president at least.”
Victoria laughed at her friend’s ridiculous statement. “It’s not like there are a whole helluva lot of executives knocking down my front door and lining up to date me, Tay. I’d be content with a poor philosopher if I loved him and he loved me.”
A delicate shudder ran through Taylor’s body at Victoria’s announcement. “I doubt a poor philosopher would be able to get reservations at Indulgence . Your boyfriend was wearing a fairly expensive suit; however, he was running his own errands. It’s not a lot if information to go on; you have to find out before you become serious, Vi.”
“Because it’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man?” Victoria asked facetiously, rolling her eyes at Mrs. Danner’s favorite motto. She didn’t know how many times she heard that particular saying but in her case, it was awfully hard to fall in love with anyone, rich or poor. They always fell in love with Taylor and the thought of James being the same as any other guy was virtually a physical blow. She really liked him.
“Absolutely,” Taylor said with almost complete conviction.
“Then the hard part must come in making them fall in love with you,”