show off for me,” I said. “I already know how successful, talented, and smart you are.”
A glowing look came into his eyes, like he was pleased with my response.
I grabbed the glass and took a sip. “It’s smooth.”
He raised his glass to his lips and smelled it before he took a quick drink. “Worth every penny.”
I set my glass down and tried to think of something to say. Nathan and I spent time together but we usually talked about work. Now there wasn’t a topic for us to discuss. I didn’t realize how nervous he made me until now. When I looked at him, I felt like I was gawking. So I turned away and looked out the window. I fidgeted with my fingers under the table where he couldn’t see. I’d never been so insecure around someone but Nathan made me that way. I cared so much about his opinion that I never wanted to give him a reason to think less of me. But then again, I doubted he had the highest opinion of me to begin with.
“So,” he said as he looked at me with his intelligent eyes. “What’s new with you?”
I tried to think of something interesting to say. “I started kickboxing. That’s pretty fun.”
“Sounds strenuous.”
“Yeah, Danielle and I are soaked in sweat by the end.”
“Your friend that came to the office?” His interest in my hobby increased by tenfold.
“Yeah.” It was clear he hadn’t forgotten about her.
“So…is she strictly gay or is she bi?” He stared at me intently while he waited for my answer.
It made me feel terrible all over again. He still wanted to sleep with Danielle. “No, she only likes women.”
He sighed. “I see…”
Was I just being too sensitive about this? My other guy friends talked about the girls they were into. Every time Nathan mentioned his attraction to a woman I wanted to demolish my apartment. I was both jealous and hurt. But it was stupid to feel that way. Nathan was a dream I would never enjoy—unless I was asleep.
“I’ve been doing martial arts,” he said. “Just to mix it up.”
“That sounds difficult.”
He shrugged. “I have a trainer so it’s not that bad.”
I suddenly noticed he never asked if I was seeing anyone. Not once. Did he assume I was single all the time? Or did he just not care about my love life? Again, was I reading too much into it?
We made small talk about our preferences for exercise and then his dad came up.
“You still haven’t talk to him?” I asked.
He just shook his head.
I suspected I was the only person who knew what was going on in his life. He was fiercely protective of his private life. I’d noticed he never had a long-term relationship, and I suspected it was because he simply didn’t trust people. “You’ll have to speak to him eventually.”
“I don’t have to do anything,” he said coldly.
“He’s still your father…”
“He cheated on my mom—for years. No, he’s not my father.”
Nathan was close to his mom, and he took the divorce hard. When he found out what his father did, it changed him. He became more detached and mysterious. I suspected it hurt him a lot more than he let on. “I’m sorry.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“You did nothing wrong, Meadow.”
I took a sip of my wine because I didn’t know what else to do.
Thankfully, the food arrived. The waiter set the dishes in front of us before he walked away.
Nathan picked at his food and only took a few bites. He was a very particular eater. He was in such great shape because he exercised a lot and restricted his diet. He never deviated from it. While I respected his discipline, I also thought it made him a little uptight.
I cut into my calzone and ate half of it in minutes. “Wow, this is good.”
He gave me a slight smile. “Told you so.”
“It’s so crunchy but cheesy on the inside.” I couldn’t stop eating because it was delicious.
Nathan sipped his wine then took a few bites.
Within minutes, I finished the whole thing. “I know I’ll regret that