Page 46 of Sing Your Secrets
I point at the plastic seat across the table as I sit. She takes the cue and sinks into the rickety low seat. “I’m trying to build the intrigue.”
Scoffing, she snatches her sandwich from my side of the table and says, “It’s working. You constantly turning me down, is very intriguing,” she mutters, full of sarcasm.
Then again, I’m probably not the only man in the world who notices Reese’s obvious allure. I probably need to get to it already before it’s too late. “I am most definitely not turning you down. How about Friday night? Do you have any plans?”
“Friday night is girls’ night,” she responds before dunking her sandwich in the cup of broth. “Something you should know about me, I have a ridiculously close, borderline unhealthy reliance on my four best friends from college and we don’t miss girls’ night for any man.” Her smile is not remotely apologetic.
“Fair enough. Saturday night?”
“Sold.” She takes a big bite of her dripping sub and then covers her mouth as she asks, “So, what do you have planned for our epic first date?” She swallows her bite in a hurry then pokes her tongue out teasingly.
“It’s a surprise.” More accurately,I have no fucking clue yet. “But I’m still rounding out the details.”
“Do you want some advice?”
“Please.”
“Don’t plan anything crazy. I don’t want to go to dinner at some prissy, stuck-up restaurant where they give you four different forks that do the same damn thing.”
Well, that’s a problem. My initial brainstorm for this date most definitely involved a fancy steakhouse that I cannot afford. “What do you like then?”
“To have fun. Just be yourself. Let me be myself. I know you’re trying to impress me, but I already told you—I’m good with ramen noodles and Netflix on the couch. I don’t want a guy who dotes on me. I just want a guy who talks to me and listens to me.”
I nod. “I’m listening.”
“Good. Then don’t stress about some big gesture. Okay?” She pauses right before her sandwich touches her lips again and gives me a dangerous look. “Oh, and afterward, don’t even think about trying to hold out on me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I chuckle as I unwrap my own meal, wondering how the hell I found the sexiest, sweetest, sassiest woman on the planet who has a sex drive that rivals a horny teenager’s.
What’s even more surprising—she seems to be really into me.