Page 13 of Baby Drama II

“Thank you. Come on in.”

“Did your friends buy your story about not feeling well?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I grabbed my small purse.

We took the elevator down to Ocean Prime, a well-known, very expensive steakhouse.

“How did you get a reservation for this place on such short notice?” I asked as the hostess seated us.

“The hotel knows me. I can get in anywhere.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“Oh.” I opened my menu.

The waiter walked over and took our drink order.

“I’ll have a dirty martini with vodka, wet and shaken, extra vermouth, and olive brine.” I smiled.

“And I’ll have a bourbon, neat,” Miles said. “A girl who knows how to order a martini exactly the way she wants it.”

“Sometimes, they can get it wrong.”

“Where are you from, Stella?” he asked.

“New York. Well, I’m really from Florida. I moved to New York a couple of years ago.”

* * *

Miles

She lived in New York. Shit.

“Where about in New York?” I asked.

“I share an apartment with my friend, Jordyn, in Hell’s Kitchen. Ever heard of it?”

“Yes, of course.” I smiled.

The waiter set our drinks down and took our dinner order. I picked up my glass and tipped it to my lips. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her I also lived in New York. I didn’t want to run the risk of her stalking me once we left Vegas, so I quickly changed the subject.

“How’s your martini?” I asked.

“It’s perfect.” A beautiful smile graced her face.

“I assume since you’re having dinner with me, there isn’t a boyfriend back home? Or maybe there is, and you’re being naughty.” A smirk crossed my lips.

“Funny you should mention that.” She sipped her drink.

“Why is that?” I grabbed a piece of bread from the basket.

“My ex-boyfriend is here in Vegas for the bachelor party. We broke up a month ago.”

“You or him?”

“Him.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. It’s obvious he’s a fool.”

“That he is.” She smiled, setting down her drink. “He met someone else. Whatever. I’m over it.”