have you heard from Tracey?” She smirks.
“Who?”
“The twin! You seriously can’t remember her name?” she asks in shock.
“I’ve been involved with a lot of women, Ned, getting their name right was never on my high priority list. Besides, I’m on a date with my girlfriend whose name I do know. It would be rude to discuss my one-night stands with her,” I tease.
“Indeed, it would.”
Just then Antonio returns with a tray in his hand. He picks up the glass of wine and Ned nods in my direction. I’m confused; I thought I was on an alcohol ban. I give Ned a strange look but she dismisses it so I decide not to say anything about it. He places the glass of wine next to me and gives the water to Ned before he places the pot of olives in the middle of us. We both say a quick thank you before he disappears again. I take a sip of my wine; the dry, crisp flavor glides down my throat and I close my eyes in appreciation for a moment.
“You like?” Ned asks.
“I do. So, how many lovers have you brought here?” I tease.
“All of them,” she states before taking a sip of her water and then placing it back down on the table. Not the answer I was hoping for.
“Jackson?”
“Multiple times.” She holds my gaze. She slips an olive into her mouth and it is the most sensual thing I have ever seen. She’s playing my game.
“Good to know this date was original then,” I say sarcastically.
“I didn’t know this was a date.” She grins.
“Couples go on dates, babe. It’s part of the ‘getting to know each other’ phase.”
“I guess it is.” She’s smiling.
“Since you bring all your dates here, we need to come up with something just for us.” I’m flirting. Why am I flirting? This is a fake date, Brennan.
The smile on her face lets me know that my line impresses her. “True. But just for the record, none of my exes have ever tasted my pancakes,” she whispers sending a shiver down my spine.
“Jackson mentioned them earlier,” I correct her.
“Yes, he mentioned them but that doesn’t mean he’s tasted them.” I mentally fist pump the air. That douche hasn’t tasted her pancakes! I think that just made my night.
“That’s good news. I guess it would be a good time to let you know that you’re the first woman I’ve ever had breakfast with and your g-string is the first one I’ve ever held.” She nearly spits out the water she just took a sip of and a sense of satisfaction fills me from within. “If you keep taking all of my firsts there’ll be none left for anyone else.” I tease.
“Is that so?” She giggles. Ah, there is the flirting laugh. “Maybe that’s my plan.”
“Two bruschettas,” Antonio interrupts, placing them down in front of us.
“Thanks,” I state as I stare at Ned who seems to be trying to pull herself together, but if her rosy red cheeks are anything to go by … it’s not working.
Ned was right, the bruschetta was good. And the cannelloni is even better. I take a mouthful and hum in pleasure.
“So you like it?” She beams.
“Oh yes, this is good stuff. You know your food, Ned, I give you that even if you need a foreign translator just to order it.” She laughs. I’m getting used to the pleasure that sound gives me.
“So, tell me about your work, I’m curious.”
“I design rings and sell them in volume to different companies. I love it,” she says before taking in another forkful of her meal.
“I never see you wearing any.”
“They’re expensive; I very rarely wear my own designs.”
“What made you get into it?” I ask with genuine interest.
“I don’t know, I guess I’ve just always loved rings since I was a kid. I used to collect the ones I got in my girly magazines and then as I got older I started to convince my mom and dad to buy me better ones. It was a hobby at first; I was building a collection but I could never find exactly what I wanted. Then one day it dawned on me that the only way I could
“Who?”
“The twin! You seriously can’t remember her name?” she asks in shock.
“I’ve been involved with a lot of women, Ned, getting their name right was never on my high priority list. Besides, I’m on a date with my girlfriend whose name I do know. It would be rude to discuss my one-night stands with her,” I tease.
“Indeed, it would.”
Just then Antonio returns with a tray in his hand. He picks up the glass of wine and Ned nods in my direction. I’m confused; I thought I was on an alcohol ban. I give Ned a strange look but she dismisses it so I decide not to say anything about it. He places the glass of wine next to me and gives the water to Ned before he places the pot of olives in the middle of us. We both say a quick thank you before he disappears again. I take a sip of my wine; the dry, crisp flavor glides down my throat and I close my eyes in appreciation for a moment.
“You like?” Ned asks.
“I do. So, how many lovers have you brought here?” I tease.
“All of them,” she states before taking a sip of her water and then placing it back down on the table. Not the answer I was hoping for.
“Jackson?”
“Multiple times.” She holds my gaze. She slips an olive into her mouth and it is the most sensual thing I have ever seen. She’s playing my game.
“Good to know this date was original then,” I say sarcastically.
“I didn’t know this was a date.” She grins.
“Couples go on dates, babe. It’s part of the ‘getting to know each other’ phase.”
“I guess it is.” She’s smiling.
“Since you bring all your dates here, we need to come up with something just for us.” I’m flirting. Why am I flirting? This is a fake date, Brennan.
The smile on her face lets me know that my line impresses her. “True. But just for the record, none of my exes have ever tasted my pancakes,” she whispers sending a shiver down my spine.
“Jackson mentioned them earlier,” I correct her.
“Yes, he mentioned them but that doesn’t mean he’s tasted them.” I mentally fist pump the air. That douche hasn’t tasted her pancakes! I think that just made my night.
“That’s good news. I guess it would be a good time to let you know that you’re the first woman I’ve ever had breakfast with and your g-string is the first one I’ve ever held.” She nearly spits out the water she just took a sip of and a sense of satisfaction fills me from within. “If you keep taking all of my firsts there’ll be none left for anyone else.” I tease.
“Is that so?” She giggles. Ah, there is the flirting laugh. “Maybe that’s my plan.”
“Two bruschettas,” Antonio interrupts, placing them down in front of us.
“Thanks,” I state as I stare at Ned who seems to be trying to pull herself together, but if her rosy red cheeks are anything to go by … it’s not working.
Ned was right, the bruschetta was good. And the cannelloni is even better. I take a mouthful and hum in pleasure.
“So you like it?” She beams.
“Oh yes, this is good stuff. You know your food, Ned, I give you that even if you need a foreign translator just to order it.” She laughs. I’m getting used to the pleasure that sound gives me.
“So, tell me about your work, I’m curious.”
“I design rings and sell them in volume to different companies. I love it,” she says before taking in another forkful of her meal.
“I never see you wearing any.”
“They’re expensive; I very rarely wear my own designs.”
“What made you get into it?” I ask with genuine interest.
“I don’t know, I guess I’ve just always loved rings since I was a kid. I used to collect the ones I got in my girly magazines and then as I got older I started to convince my mom and dad to buy me better ones. It was a hobby at first; I was building a collection but I could never find exactly what I wanted. Then one day it dawned on me that the only way I could
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