at the club.”
“Um, you mean the night you spilled your own drink on you.” She laughs.
“I remember it differently, but it’s the same night.”
She wraps her arms around me. I inhale her scent. Peaches and cinnamon. My favorite scent.
“Umm, did you just sniff my hair?” She laughs.
“No,” I lie. “That would be a little creepy,” I say, backing away from her so I don’t sniff her again.
Angel laughs because she already knows the truth. I love the way she smells and I love inhaling her scent. It’s better than any drug out there and it calms me instantly.
“You look very handsome tonight, and a little Fifty Shades of Grey , I might add.”
I smile, adjust my tie, and straighten my cuffs on my shirt. “I do? I didn’t realize.”
“You didn’t realize that gray tie, or any gray tie for that matter, doesn’t remind me or any other women out there, of Christian Grey?”
I straighten my tie again and give her my all dimpled smile, “How am I supposed to know gray ties remind women of that Grey guy ?” I lie again. I took her Fifty Shades of Grey book to the office with me a few weeks ago. I read it during my lunch breaks because I wanted to see what the hype is. Any man, if he is smart, should read that book . When they say a man could learn a thing or two from that book, they aren’t kidding. Angel and I still haven’t made love, and if she turns out to be a freak, I wanna be ready.
“What are you smiling about?” Angel laughs.
She brings me from my thoughts. I’m not about to tell her what I was thinking. “Come on, Beauty. We have reservations we need to keep.”
Once we arrive at the restaurant, we are led to a small intimate table for two. I had some daisies and baby’s-breath delivered — they are in a bud vase decorating the center of the table. The server sees us and walks over to help Angel with her chair. I give him a dirty look and he backs away. She’s mine, Dickhead, I think to myself. Angel looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. She knows the jealous beast inside me wants to come out. I push her chair in slightly before taking the seat across from her.
“The flowers are beautiful,” she says, picking them up to smell them. “Odd that our table is the only table with daisies.”
I look around the room at the other tables. “Yes, it is.”
“Mason, I know you ordered these specifically for me. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I want something on our table as unique as the woman I am with.”
“Did I tell you I love you today?”
“You did, but you can tell me again.”
“I love you, Handsome.”
“I’ll always love you more, Beauty.”
I smile at her and look around the room. Julia walks into the restaurant with someone, a girl. I look away and square my shoulders before looking back to Angel.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
The waiter returns with our menus and tells us the specials. Angel orders a glass of white wine and I order myself a Scotch. Julia unfortunately is seated not far from us.
The waiter leaves and I reach over and take Angel’s hand in mine. I square my shoulders and roll my neck side to side.
“What’s wrong?”
I smile at her. “Nothing.”
Angel doesn’t pick up her menu but turns around in her chair and looks around the room. My strong girl knows I am on edge and wants to protect me. I squeeze her hand and she turns back around.
“This restaurant will let just about anyone in here.” Angel says, smiling and squeezing my hand back.
The waiter comes over with our drinks.
I raise my glass to hers, “A toast.”
She smiles, and raises her glass to mine. “To new beginnings?”
“To new beginnings,” I repeat, and clink my glass to hers.
She lays her menu over to the edge of the table without even looking at it. I look over the entrees and decide quickly. I always order for her and I always order two of the same meal. I figure if we
“Um, you mean the night you spilled your own drink on you.” She laughs.
“I remember it differently, but it’s the same night.”
She wraps her arms around me. I inhale her scent. Peaches and cinnamon. My favorite scent.
“Umm, did you just sniff my hair?” She laughs.
“No,” I lie. “That would be a little creepy,” I say, backing away from her so I don’t sniff her again.
Angel laughs because she already knows the truth. I love the way she smells and I love inhaling her scent. It’s better than any drug out there and it calms me instantly.
“You look very handsome tonight, and a little Fifty Shades of Grey , I might add.”
I smile, adjust my tie, and straighten my cuffs on my shirt. “I do? I didn’t realize.”
“You didn’t realize that gray tie, or any gray tie for that matter, doesn’t remind me or any other women out there, of Christian Grey?”
I straighten my tie again and give her my all dimpled smile, “How am I supposed to know gray ties remind women of that Grey guy ?” I lie again. I took her Fifty Shades of Grey book to the office with me a few weeks ago. I read it during my lunch breaks because I wanted to see what the hype is. Any man, if he is smart, should read that book . When they say a man could learn a thing or two from that book, they aren’t kidding. Angel and I still haven’t made love, and if she turns out to be a freak, I wanna be ready.
“What are you smiling about?” Angel laughs.
She brings me from my thoughts. I’m not about to tell her what I was thinking. “Come on, Beauty. We have reservations we need to keep.”
Once we arrive at the restaurant, we are led to a small intimate table for two. I had some daisies and baby’s-breath delivered — they are in a bud vase decorating the center of the table. The server sees us and walks over to help Angel with her chair. I give him a dirty look and he backs away. She’s mine, Dickhead, I think to myself. Angel looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. She knows the jealous beast inside me wants to come out. I push her chair in slightly before taking the seat across from her.
“The flowers are beautiful,” she says, picking them up to smell them. “Odd that our table is the only table with daisies.”
I look around the room at the other tables. “Yes, it is.”
“Mason, I know you ordered these specifically for me. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I want something on our table as unique as the woman I am with.”
“Did I tell you I love you today?”
“You did, but you can tell me again.”
“I love you, Handsome.”
“I’ll always love you more, Beauty.”
I smile at her and look around the room. Julia walks into the restaurant with someone, a girl. I look away and square my shoulders before looking back to Angel.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
The waiter returns with our menus and tells us the specials. Angel orders a glass of white wine and I order myself a Scotch. Julia unfortunately is seated not far from us.
The waiter leaves and I reach over and take Angel’s hand in mine. I square my shoulders and roll my neck side to side.
“What’s wrong?”
I smile at her. “Nothing.”
Angel doesn’t pick up her menu but turns around in her chair and looks around the room. My strong girl knows I am on edge and wants to protect me. I squeeze her hand and she turns back around.
“This restaurant will let just about anyone in here.” Angel says, smiling and squeezing my hand back.
The waiter comes over with our drinks.
I raise my glass to hers, “A toast.”
She smiles, and raises her glass to mine. “To new beginnings?”
“To new beginnings,” I repeat, and clink my glass to hers.
She lays her menu over to the edge of the table without even looking at it. I look over the entrees and decide quickly. I always order for her and I always order two of the same meal. I figure if we
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