took his hand off of my thigh, he laughed harder then scooted
out of the booth and slid into the other seat across from me.
I was furious, embarrassed, and I hated Ben McGurthy with everything that I
had. “Are you seriously laughing at me?” I asked appalled as I felt my face
burning red with embarrassment.
Ben was still laughing, “It works every time, and you totally fell for it.”
“Excuse me?” I was two seconds away from socking him in his sexy face.
He sat up straight gaining composure. “I told you that I watched to see if
there was anything you needed improvement on,” he shrugged casually.
I grabbed my clutch and leaned forward. “Really, and what might that be,
Ben?”
“Desire...” he smirked. “You need to be desirable, irresistible,”
“Wait... so I need to throw myself on men sexually?” I asked angrily and
disgustedly dipping my fingers in my diet soda then flicked the liquid in his
face. “You are something else, Ben. Your aunt needs someone else to do this,
because I am done. This is not me,” I stood up but stumbled back onto my
butt in the booth as he grabbed my arm, pulling me back down.
Ben picked up his napkin, then dabbed at the soda on his face. He chuckled,
“Look, Vanessa, I clearly see that you are nothing like that. I didn't mean
throw yourself at men sexually, just be sexy... you know? That's all I am
trying to say. Instead of opening yourself up the way you just did for me,
make them do that for you. Make them think about you all night long after
you leave, make them want you... make them want to do anything to get you.
Be available, but never be available if you get what I am trying to say,” he
leaned forward trying to make eye contact with me. “Irresistible... if you
will,”
I sigh as I was still incredibly angry and embarrassed. What he just said
doesn't change the fact that I was ready to throw myself at him right here in
the restaurant to have him laugh in my face no less.
“Fine,” I threw my hands up in defeat. I can't risk my job because I hate this
immature idiot sitting in front of me. I worked too hard to get to where I am
at. I just have to try harder. I let my shoulders relax and released a slow
breath.
“Here you go, enjoy,” the waitress said as she sat our plates in front of us.
I didn't even bother to say thank you as all I did was sit there and glare at Ben
as I started to eat. I had nothing else to say to him. Halfway through my steak
I realized something, this is one of the best steaks I have ever eaten. I smiled.
~
“Where did Maria go?” I thought out loud as he pulled into my driveway.
He put my car in park and looked at his watch. “She probably gave up on
you, it's after two in the morning,”
I groaned. “See, this is why I don't do these things anymore,”
“Do what things?” he asked with his head back on the headrest.
“Go out...I have this thing I have to go to tomorrow, and I am going to be so
tired.” I laughed still feeling the slight buzz from my wine. “Something tells
me that I am not going to feel that well at dinner tomorrow,”
“Just take some asprin with a glass of water before you go to bed,” he turned
the engine off and handed me my keys.
“Ben?” I asked. He looked over at me. “Shake my hand,”
He chuckled. “What? Why?” he hesitantly held his hand out to me.
I gently placed my hand in his. Just like I had thought, it was a soft shake. I
smiled.
I got out of my car and walked to my door. As I heard his door shut I reached
behind me and pushed the lock button to my car on my remote.
“I'll be in touch, Vanessa. Goodnight,”
I didn't turn around, or say a word. I just nodded and waved as I reached my
porch. I let myself inside dropping my clutch on the counter and then took
my wedges off. I could see Maria had left me a note.
Vanessa,
I waited until after midnight to leave. You must be having a great time with
Mr. Hotty Pants.
See you later! Maria