simply guarantees me at least a second date so either way I come out a winner.”
“Good. Now I won’t spend the rest of the night worrying. I’ve already told my best friend about you so you have to be there now or else I just look like the lonely desperate girl that lies.”
“I wouldn’t want that at all. By the way, before I say anything else, I would be remiss if I didn’t stop and tell you just how amazing you look tonight. I mean really perfect.”
He liked when she blushed. Even more, he loved when she tried to hide the smile that he’d worked out of her. She was doing that right then. Little did she know it but she was setting herself up for a major cheek workout every time she tried not to smile because it made him want to make her do so even more.
“Thank you Ryder. I figured if I was going to come to one of the most expensive restaurants in New York City that I at least needed to get a little dressed up.”
“Well, if this is a little dressed up, I don’t know if these eyes are ready for what I’d see if you were to really try.”
“Oh stop it! It’s not like you don’t see pretty women everyday as a world jaunting stock broker. And look at you. I don’t know if this is lost on you, but you don’t look too bad yourself Ryder.”
“Wait. Rewind for a second. Now I’m a ‘world jaunting stock broker’? I don’t mind that at all but the part about the pretty women, who let that slip? It was supposed to be an industry secret. Now they will probably kick me out of the old boys’ club and my Friday nights will be perennially free from dates. Unless I can figure a way to get a pretty young lady to help me out with that. Any ideas?”
“I’ll work on it.”
***
Ryder had momentarily left the table to go to the men’s room. It was funny because part of her didn’t want him to leave, even for two minutes. Chelsea was enjoying her tête-à-tête with him. It had been ages since she even remembered what it was like to have a man show real interest in anything with her outside of her body. Her usual were the guys who tried to hit on her because she was a waitress and they thought she would be easy or the ones who asked her if she could move like that all the time or just on the dance floor.
None of those men held her attention long. Ryder was a different kind of guy from the start though. He was a gentleman in every definition of the word yet he didn’t let his respect make him boring. Even better, she could tell that he was probably as attracted to her as she was to him, but he didn’t let that physicality dominate. She liked that he was in control of himself, and intelligent enough to know how to treat a lady. It was going better than she expected.
He finally returned after a few minutes though it seemed like much longer to her.
“Thank goodness you came back. For a second there I thought you’d left me.”
“Not a chance. I plan on taking every possible second with you that I can tonight and hopefully in the future. But before I can work all that out, I imagine we need to eat tonight. In my absence, have you ordered anything yet?”
“No but I am famished. I warn you, I don’t eat like a dancer.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want you to starve for my sake. I’m going to go ahead and call the waiter over so we can get started.”
She glanced in his direction and their eyes locked.
“I want to be able to enjoy as much of our time together as possible this evening.”
He certainly had a way with words. Every statement that he made flattered her in one way or another. She didn’t know what kind of poet she had bumped into on the street but she could definitely get used to it. Not to mention the fact that he was apparently the richest person she had ever met in real life, let alone gone on a date with. Each time