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He touched her hand. "I'll be right back. I'll give the chef our order before it's too late. The kitchen closes soon. May I get you another mixed drink or would you like wine?"
"Cabernet would be nice with prime rib, and don't worry if the beef still has its moo. I like mine very rare."
"A woman after my own heart," Derek said, brushing her cheek with his knuckles as he rose.
How could I be so lucky? Running into him on his night off is even more than I hoped for . She loved the little touches he bestowed upon her. Tokens of affection… Was he always that way with women or did he feel the same crazy emotions she did?
Erin hurried to the powder room to fluff her hair, adding a head shake for good measure. She applied blusher and straightened her slim skirt and silk pullover. Satisfied, she returned to find Derek waiting with the wine and two Caesar salads.
He stood up to let her slide in again and then moved close so their thighs touched the same as before.
If this evening should wind up with the two of us fucking our brains out, I'll be sorry I ordered such a gigantic meal. She picked up her wine.
Derek raised his glass to hers. "Here's to full truths."
She clinked and drank, but his toast puzzled her. Full truths about what?
They made idle chit chat while devouring their salads, Erin careful to eat only part of hers so she'd be able to manage her prime rib. Derek, who finished his off along with a dinner roll and his wine, picked up the bottle, refilled his glass and topped off hers.
After their dinners arrived, they ate in silence, concentrating their attention on the delicious beef and steamed asparagus. "This prime rib is scrumptious," Erin murmured, "the best I've ever tasted."
He nodded and turned to meet her gaze. "I wouldn't lead you wrong."
Derek seemed a master of the double entendre and Erin puzzled over it. When they'd both begun to show signs of slowing, she spoke again. "Tell me a little about yourself," she said, nervous about asking but eager to know him better.
"Nothing exciting to tell. I grew up in Pennsylvania . My dad's parents were from Italy , hence my last name, Acampora, but they moved to America early in their married life and Pop was born in Pittsburgh . He met Mom, whose heritage was German, and she chose to name me 'Derek' after her great-uncle. Go figure. I guess she just liked the name.
"Anyway, I grew up eating a lot of Italian dishes because Dad's mother taught him to cook, and since she and Granddad lived next door, I learned to make homemade ravioli and all that good stuff." He raised his glass to Erin . "I also learned how to choose wines and I ordered one of my favourites for you. Do you like it?"
"Very much." She took another sip, savouring the taste. "Was bartending a lifelong goal then?" she asked, smiling.
"What's wrong with it?" He pretended…she hoped it was a pretence…to be offended.
"Nothing at all. Really. I think it looks like fun, especially when you make shaker drinks." She raised her hands and imitated the motion.
Derek sat back in his seat, chin raised. "Did you always want to be a substitute wife?"
"Touché." Lea had pretended to be Mike's wife and Julie and Jon's mother when he'd asked for her help in keeping a secret from his potential publisher but… "That's not an accurate job description. My partners, Lea and Margo, and I were married to successful businessmen who liked to entertain, and we became very good at it. After the three of us divorced, we put those talents together to form Wives-R-Us, an agency that helps single men with dinner parties, decorating jobs and organisation. We are by no means marital partner substitutes."
"So you don't fill in for the wife in the bedroom?"
"Derek, Derek, Derek. I so hoped you were above that," Erin scolded, shaking a finger at him.
"I guess that's not an original question?" He chuckled. "I should have resisted but couldn't."
"The answer is 'absolutely not' and to atone, you may reply to a question
He touched her hand. "I'll be right back. I'll give the chef our order before it's too late. The kitchen closes soon. May I get you another mixed drink or would you like wine?"
"Cabernet would be nice with prime rib, and don't worry if the beef still has its moo. I like mine very rare."
"A woman after my own heart," Derek said, brushing her cheek with his knuckles as he rose.
How could I be so lucky? Running into him on his night off is even more than I hoped for . She loved the little touches he bestowed upon her. Tokens of affection… Was he always that way with women or did he feel the same crazy emotions she did?
Erin hurried to the powder room to fluff her hair, adding a head shake for good measure. She applied blusher and straightened her slim skirt and silk pullover. Satisfied, she returned to find Derek waiting with the wine and two Caesar salads.
He stood up to let her slide in again and then moved close so their thighs touched the same as before.
If this evening should wind up with the two of us fucking our brains out, I'll be sorry I ordered such a gigantic meal. She picked up her wine.
Derek raised his glass to hers. "Here's to full truths."
She clinked and drank, but his toast puzzled her. Full truths about what?
They made idle chit chat while devouring their salads, Erin careful to eat only part of hers so she'd be able to manage her prime rib. Derek, who finished his off along with a dinner roll and his wine, picked up the bottle, refilled his glass and topped off hers.
After their dinners arrived, they ate in silence, concentrating their attention on the delicious beef and steamed asparagus. "This prime rib is scrumptious," Erin murmured, "the best I've ever tasted."
He nodded and turned to meet her gaze. "I wouldn't lead you wrong."
Derek seemed a master of the double entendre and Erin puzzled over it. When they'd both begun to show signs of slowing, she spoke again. "Tell me a little about yourself," she said, nervous about asking but eager to know him better.
"Nothing exciting to tell. I grew up in Pennsylvania . My dad's parents were from Italy , hence my last name, Acampora, but they moved to America early in their married life and Pop was born in Pittsburgh . He met Mom, whose heritage was German, and she chose to name me 'Derek' after her great-uncle. Go figure. I guess she just liked the name.
"Anyway, I grew up eating a lot of Italian dishes because Dad's mother taught him to cook, and since she and Granddad lived next door, I learned to make homemade ravioli and all that good stuff." He raised his glass to Erin . "I also learned how to choose wines and I ordered one of my favourites for you. Do you like it?"
"Very much." She took another sip, savouring the taste. "Was bartending a lifelong goal then?" she asked, smiling.
"What's wrong with it?" He pretended…she hoped it was a pretence…to be offended.
"Nothing at all. Really. I think it looks like fun, especially when you make shaker drinks." She raised her hands and imitated the motion.
Derek sat back in his seat, chin raised. "Did you always want to be a substitute wife?"
"Touché." Lea had pretended to be Mike's wife and Julie and Jon's mother when he'd asked for her help in keeping a secret from his potential publisher but… "That's not an accurate job description. My partners, Lea and Margo, and I were married to successful businessmen who liked to entertain, and we became very good at it. After the three of us divorced, we put those talents together to form Wives-R-Us, an agency that helps single men with dinner parties, decorating jobs and organisation. We are by no means marital partner substitutes."
"So you don't fill in for the wife in the bedroom?"
"Derek, Derek, Derek. I so hoped you were above that," Erin scolded, shaking a finger at him.
"I guess that's not an original question?" He chuckled. "I should have resisted but couldn't."
"The answer is 'absolutely not' and to atone, you may reply to a question
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