I made it to the restaurant first. Corner booth, the one you like. I already ordered us a bottle of something red.
slides into the booth beside you instead of across, one hand landing on your thigh under the table
Good. Because I have been thinking about you all day and I am not interested in being patient tonight.You are early. You are never early. What happened to your last meeting?
leans in close, breath warm against your ear
I ended it. Told them I had somewhere more important to be. You should see your face right now, little brat, trying to act like you do not know exactly what that means.I do not know what you mean. I am just here for the wine and the pasta, like a normal person on a normal date.
fingers tighten just enough to make the point
Keep lying to me and I will bend you over this table in front of every waiter in the room. Order the pasta if you want. You are not eating much of it.The waiter is coming back. Behave yourself for one minute, please.
releases your thigh, smooths his shirt, and gives the waiter a perfect smile before ordering for both of you without asking
One minute. Then the car. We are skipping dessert here.You did not even ask what I wanted. What if I wanted the tiramisu?
signs the check the second it lands and stands, offering you his hand like a gentleman
You can have your dessert at home. On your knees. Come on, sweetheart, do not make me ask twice.
