Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) by K.M. Golland Page B

were going to ‘dinner and
movies’, I half expected a ritzy Michelin-starred restaurant and a gold class
cinema experience. What I didn’t expect, though, was TGI Friday’s and the local
movie theatre.
    ‘Have you ever had the Jack Daniels steak?’ he asked
excitedly while rubbing his hands together after we were seated.
    I smiled at his cuteness. ‘No.’
    ‘Don’t tell me you are one of those salad and water type
girls,’ he added, a hint of aloofness in his tone.
    Picking up my menu, I began to scan the choices. ‘There’s a
salad and water type of girl?’ I questioned, pretending to be curious. I knew
what he was insinuating.
    He nodded. ‘Yes.’
    ‘And you have a problem with that “type” of girl,’ I asked,
emphasising the type bit and raising my eyebrows accusingly.
    He held up his hands in surrender. ‘Hey, don’t get me wrong.
I’m all for watching what you eat and looking after yourself, but avoiding one
of life’s pleasures and not tasting great food for fear of gaining a little
weight, to me, is lame.’
    ‘Hmm ...’ I mumbled still reading my menu, not giving away
my thoughts on the topic. I wanted to make him fret.
    ‘What does hmm mean?’
    ‘Um ... I think it’s contemplation,’ I answered, keeping my
eyes on the menu and desperately trying not to laugh.
    When the only thing that ensued was silence, I couldn’t help
myself and looked up, finding sex-on-a-stick harbouring a stubborn scowl. ‘It
means I completely agree with you ... to an extent,’ I laughed.
    ‘To an extent —’ he asked with a puzzled expression.
    ‘Are you ready to order?’ a waitress asked, interrupting
with a smile that didn’t quite hide her desire to go home.
    Derek looked to me as if to ask if I was, in fact, ready. I
smiled and indicated that he go first. ‘Gentlemen before ladies,’ I said under
my breath.
    He coughed and then looked toward the waitress. ‘Sure, I’ll
have the Jack Daniels steak, medium rare, and a pot of VB, thanks.’
    The waitress jotted it down on her pad then turned to me.
    ‘And I’ll have the Jack Daniels burger and a Corona,
thanks,’ I replied, snapping my menu shut and handing it to her.
    ‘You sure you can eat all that?’ Derek asked, his tone
lacking confidence.
    I can eat a fucking cow mounted on a horse and covered in
mint sauce. And even then I’d want dessert. ‘On second thoughts,’ I said to
the waitress, but keeping my eyes fixed solely on Derek, ‘I’ll have the
Ultimate Jack Daniels burger, thanks.’
    ‘Not a problem,’ the waitress sniggered, then walked away.
    ‘If you’re trying to impress me, Carly, I’m flattered. But
you don’t need to. I’m already extremely impressed,’ he advised, his eyes raking
over the parts of my body he could see.
    ‘You are such a cocky fucker. I’m not trying to impress you
one bit. I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again, this is me. Take me
or leave me. End of.’
    ‘Oh, I’ll take you all right,’ he said, leaning forward
across the table. ‘And when I do, your body won’t function for days afterward.
Every sensation you feel from then on in will remind you of what I did, how I
did it and how much you fucking loved it.’
    I forced myself to swallow and felt my nipples tingle in
response to his promise. My Carly-cave also clenched and burned with need. Extinguish.
Extinguish my fiery hole, goddamn it.
    ‘Well, senior firefighter King, you have just set the bar
very high. Don’t let me down.’
    He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his
chest, an expression of pure satisfaction rolling from him. ‘I won’t.’
    ‘Here you go,’ the waitress said as she placed our drinks
down. ‘Your meals won’t be much longer.’
    We both nodded our thanks.
    ‘So, what movie do you want to see?’ Derek asked as he
swigged his beer.
    Shit! I don’t know. I don’t do scary movies where things
jump out at you. I can’t handle that crap. ‘Um ... I’m really not fussed.
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