didn’t have to let on that I couldn’t afford i t— that would have been embarrassing.
“We’ll have a bottle of the 2007 Domaine Dominique Mugneret Vosne-Romanée, please, Magda,” Lexi said.
I nearly fainted at the price.
“Right away, ma’am. A server will be with you in a few minutes to take your order,” Magda said in her meek tone before going to fetch the bottle of ridiculously overpriced wine.
I picked up the jug of water from the table and poured myself a glass. I made sure to get some ice cubes and slices of lemon in there, too. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be drinking much else.
I didn’t want to pay half towards a bottle of wine that cost more than I earned in a day and was hoping that by sticking to water, it would let Lexi know that if she wanted the wine, she could have it to herself (and pay for it herself).
Magda brought the wine and set it in a bucket next to the table before disappearing to seat other patrons.
A server took Magda’s place and picked up the bottle. Lexi nodded to him and he poured her a glass.
He looked at me and I shook my head.
“Not for me, thank you.” I smiled politely at the young man.
“Oh come on, live a little. I know we have to go back to work, but still…Come on, Alyssa, just one glass,” Lexi nudged me.
I grudgingly nodded and let the server pour a glass for me.
“That’s better. I couldn’t be drinking alone,” Lexi smiled at me as though we were sharing a secret. And maybe we were. I’d sure be keeping the price of the wine a secret.
“Are you ladies ready to order?” the server asked as he set my glass down.
“Not yet, can you give us a few moments?” Lexi batted her eyelashes.
“Sure,” he said and stepped away.
“So, what do you think you’ll have?” she asked me quietly whilst checking out the server over the top of her wine glass as she took a large sip.
“Oh, I don’t really know. You come here often, what’s good?” I asked, hoping to come off nonchalant.
“Everything is good. Trust me, I’ve tried the whole menu. And even if it isn’t on the menu, the head chef Laurent will make it for you, you just have to know how to ask.” She winked covertly.
I had a feeling she knew exactly how to ask.
I really had to stop making these assumptions but since seeing the ‘Sexi Lexi’ licence plate, I couldn’t help myself.
***
Dinner was great and conversation was actually relatively easy. Lexi wasn’t as much of an airhead as I had expected. I don’t know what I’d been thinking. She is an editor for Emerging Butterfly, after all. She may come across as a total daddy’s little darling but once you scratch the surface, there’s more to her than that. We may not have much in common, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a nice person.
As Lexi wouldn’t let me contribute anything towards the bill, I said I’d leave the server a tip. Though I’m sure getting an eyeful of this gorgeous woman’s cleavage was tip enough, and I had caught him looking at her on many an occasion. Not that I could blame him. Who wouldn’t want a woman like Lexi on their arm? Many a man and many a woman would, I would bet my last penny.
With her nearly elbow length brown hair with subtle,natura l— at least natural looking—honey coloured highlights, eyes so green they sparkle like emeralds, full lips painted a sheer pink that looks as though there’s barely anything there. Then there’s her figure. It is to die for. I mean, she has the curves every woman dreams of, none of this stick figure business. She has hips, a pert posterior and a generous cleavage. Blow me down with a feather, she’s the whole nine yards!
Not that I’ve been looking or anything, you understand. Okay, maybe I have, but purely from an objective point of view.
Lexi and I headed back to work, but before we went our separate ways to our offices, she pulled me into a hug, air-kissing each of my cheeks as she did so.
“Thanks for a great lunch,
“We’ll have a bottle of the 2007 Domaine Dominique Mugneret Vosne-Romanée, please, Magda,” Lexi said.
I nearly fainted at the price.
“Right away, ma’am. A server will be with you in a few minutes to take your order,” Magda said in her meek tone before going to fetch the bottle of ridiculously overpriced wine.
I picked up the jug of water from the table and poured myself a glass. I made sure to get some ice cubes and slices of lemon in there, too. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be drinking much else.
I didn’t want to pay half towards a bottle of wine that cost more than I earned in a day and was hoping that by sticking to water, it would let Lexi know that if she wanted the wine, she could have it to herself (and pay for it herself).
Magda brought the wine and set it in a bucket next to the table before disappearing to seat other patrons.
A server took Magda’s place and picked up the bottle. Lexi nodded to him and he poured her a glass.
He looked at me and I shook my head.
“Not for me, thank you.” I smiled politely at the young man.
“Oh come on, live a little. I know we have to go back to work, but still…Come on, Alyssa, just one glass,” Lexi nudged me.
I grudgingly nodded and let the server pour a glass for me.
“That’s better. I couldn’t be drinking alone,” Lexi smiled at me as though we were sharing a secret. And maybe we were. I’d sure be keeping the price of the wine a secret.
“Are you ladies ready to order?” the server asked as he set my glass down.
“Not yet, can you give us a few moments?” Lexi batted her eyelashes.
“Sure,” he said and stepped away.
“So, what do you think you’ll have?” she asked me quietly whilst checking out the server over the top of her wine glass as she took a large sip.
“Oh, I don’t really know. You come here often, what’s good?” I asked, hoping to come off nonchalant.
“Everything is good. Trust me, I’ve tried the whole menu. And even if it isn’t on the menu, the head chef Laurent will make it for you, you just have to know how to ask.” She winked covertly.
I had a feeling she knew exactly how to ask.
I really had to stop making these assumptions but since seeing the ‘Sexi Lexi’ licence plate, I couldn’t help myself.
***
Dinner was great and conversation was actually relatively easy. Lexi wasn’t as much of an airhead as I had expected. I don’t know what I’d been thinking. She is an editor for Emerging Butterfly, after all. She may come across as a total daddy’s little darling but once you scratch the surface, there’s more to her than that. We may not have much in common, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a nice person.
As Lexi wouldn’t let me contribute anything towards the bill, I said I’d leave the server a tip. Though I’m sure getting an eyeful of this gorgeous woman’s cleavage was tip enough, and I had caught him looking at her on many an occasion. Not that I could blame him. Who wouldn’t want a woman like Lexi on their arm? Many a man and many a woman would, I would bet my last penny.
With her nearly elbow length brown hair with subtle,natura l— at least natural looking—honey coloured highlights, eyes so green they sparkle like emeralds, full lips painted a sheer pink that looks as though there’s barely anything there. Then there’s her figure. It is to die for. I mean, she has the curves every woman dreams of, none of this stick figure business. She has hips, a pert posterior and a generous cleavage. Blow me down with a feather, she’s the whole nine yards!
Not that I’ve been looking or anything, you understand. Okay, maybe I have, but purely from an objective point of view.
Lexi and I headed back to work, but before we went our separate ways to our offices, she pulled me into a hug, air-kissing each of my cheeks as she did so.
“Thanks for a great lunch,
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