Glenfiddich. She took a tentative sip, allowing the liquid to warm her mouth deliciously before swallowing.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” he said.
“Me too.” He eyed her intently as she sipped on her drink. It had been playing on her mind so Mackenzie took advantage of his relaxed mood. “What happened last night, in the street outside the bar? Who was that man you fought with?”
“Greg.” He sp it it out like an expletive, he obviously held contempt for the man. “He’s someone I would rather not talk about.”
“Why did you leave though?” Mackenzie asked. She spoke quietly and almost bashfully. It made him remember the hurt look on her face when he was getting back in the car. He gazed at her a moment and could see that same hurt lingering in her eyes.
“I’m sorry that I left like that, Mackenzie. I’d caused enough of a scene and I didn’t want you to be exposed to any of it.”
Mackenzie smiled at him. He was being genuine for a change, his kindness warmed her heart. He had left because he was being noble, protecting her from the commotion. She wanted to ask more, but she didn’t want to push her luck. She couldn’t help but wonder though, what was the confrontation about? Greg had said something about Sir interfering in his relationship. What did that mean? Was Greg the husband of a woman Sir had been involved with? The thought of Sir with other women did not sit well with her at all.
“Thank you again for the flowers,” she said instead, needing a change in subject.
“You’re welcome. Of the flowers, which were your favorites?” he asked, wanting to know for future reference. It would make things a lot easier next time.
“I don’t know. There were so many. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” Mackenzie smiled, thinking of the florist previously known as her apartment. “You really went overboard.”
“Me? Overboard?” he said, chuckling before taking a gulp of his drink.
“You don’t think a dozen huge arrangements was a bit excessive?” She laughed.
“I like most things in excess.” He smiled warmly and her heart rate kicked up a notch.
“Yeah, well, you haven’t seen my apartment. I don’t know how I’m supposed to fit in there!” She laughed again and shoved his shoulder playfully. He grabbed her hand and started playing with her fingers, smiling at her and taking another sip of his Scotch. Mackenzie did the same, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. “I like you… Sir.”
She took another sip of her drink. She was beginning to feel rather tired and wondered what time it was. She wasn’t wearing her watch tonight.
“I really like you too, Mackenzie. So, what do you want for breakfast?” he asked casually, leaning forward and placing his empty glass on the table. He still held her fingers lightly in his other hand. He sat back and smiled his heart-pounding smile at her.
“Smooth,” she said, genuinely surprised at his suddenly relaxed and humorous mood.
“I try.” He kissed her fingers. “Stay.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he countered and it reminded Mackenzie of their conversation in the bar the week before.
“So you can offer me pleasure like I’ve never known before?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
“That can be arranged.” He chuckled, his head tilting backwards for a moment before he righted himself and looked at her warmly.
Mackenzie decided she really liked the lighter side of Sir, she hoped to see it more often. Though she quite liked the overbearing Sir, too. Mackenzie laughed aloud, thinking it funny just how mercurial he was. Split personality, more like. It would be like dating two men at once. Both hot! She giggled again, feeling intoxicated. Wow, this Scotch is stronger than I remembered.
He watched as her beautiful eyes lost focus, the drugs taking effect. She swayed in her seat a little.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m glad you came tonight,” he said.
“Me too.” He eyed her intently as she sipped on her drink. It had been playing on her mind so Mackenzie took advantage of his relaxed mood. “What happened last night, in the street outside the bar? Who was that man you fought with?”
“Greg.” He sp it it out like an expletive, he obviously held contempt for the man. “He’s someone I would rather not talk about.”
“Why did you leave though?” Mackenzie asked. She spoke quietly and almost bashfully. It made him remember the hurt look on her face when he was getting back in the car. He gazed at her a moment and could see that same hurt lingering in her eyes.
“I’m sorry that I left like that, Mackenzie. I’d caused enough of a scene and I didn’t want you to be exposed to any of it.”
Mackenzie smiled at him. He was being genuine for a change, his kindness warmed her heart. He had left because he was being noble, protecting her from the commotion. She wanted to ask more, but she didn’t want to push her luck. She couldn’t help but wonder though, what was the confrontation about? Greg had said something about Sir interfering in his relationship. What did that mean? Was Greg the husband of a woman Sir had been involved with? The thought of Sir with other women did not sit well with her at all.
“Thank you again for the flowers,” she said instead, needing a change in subject.
“You’re welcome. Of the flowers, which were your favorites?” he asked, wanting to know for future reference. It would make things a lot easier next time.
“I don’t know. There were so many. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” Mackenzie smiled, thinking of the florist previously known as her apartment. “You really went overboard.”
“Me? Overboard?” he said, chuckling before taking a gulp of his drink.
“You don’t think a dozen huge arrangements was a bit excessive?” She laughed.
“I like most things in excess.” He smiled warmly and her heart rate kicked up a notch.
“Yeah, well, you haven’t seen my apartment. I don’t know how I’m supposed to fit in there!” She laughed again and shoved his shoulder playfully. He grabbed her hand and started playing with her fingers, smiling at her and taking another sip of his Scotch. Mackenzie did the same, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. “I like you… Sir.”
She took another sip of her drink. She was beginning to feel rather tired and wondered what time it was. She wasn’t wearing her watch tonight.
“I really like you too, Mackenzie. So, what do you want for breakfast?” he asked casually, leaning forward and placing his empty glass on the table. He still held her fingers lightly in his other hand. He sat back and smiled his heart-pounding smile at her.
“Smooth,” she said, genuinely surprised at his suddenly relaxed and humorous mood.
“I try.” He kissed her fingers. “Stay.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he countered and it reminded Mackenzie of their conversation in the bar the week before.
“So you can offer me pleasure like I’ve never known before?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
“That can be arranged.” He chuckled, his head tilting backwards for a moment before he righted himself and looked at her warmly.
Mackenzie decided she really liked the lighter side of Sir, she hoped to see it more often. Though she quite liked the overbearing Sir, too. Mackenzie laughed aloud, thinking it funny just how mercurial he was. Split personality, more like. It would be like dating two men at once. Both hot! She giggled again, feeling intoxicated. Wow, this Scotch is stronger than I remembered.
He watched as her beautiful eyes lost focus, the drugs taking effect. She swayed in her seat a little.
“Are you okay?”
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