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order and they can bring it to my office when it’s ready.”
He motioned for me to go ahead through the glass doors of the restaurant and he followed me. We leaned on the bar and looked over a menu, the new computer resting on a chair as though it was taunting me. Mr. I.T. folded his menu closed and turned his head to look at me. “I think I’ll have my usual. Steak and shrimp with fries. What’s your favorite?”
I knew this menu by heart and the fact that I was still looking at it was pathetic, but it kept me from looking at him. “I’ll have the cob salad, I guess.”
He took the menu from my hand and laid it on his as the bartender came toward us.
"Aloha, Mally and Ellie. You're working late tonight," he greeted us, performing his habit of wiping down the bar before he leans on it.
Maltrand answered before I could. "Just a little technology issue we should have resolved soon. We'd like to order some food. Do you have someone who can deliver it to us? We'll be in Ellie's office."
Hani was nodding as he spoke. "Won't be a problem, it's late and we aren't busy. What can I have them make you?"
I was about to open my mouth when Mr. I.T. answered again. "Give us two steak and shrimp platters with fries, both medium."
“Excuse me, that’s not what I want,” I said in a huff, but Hani took the menus and waved as he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Mr. I.T. in the hot seat.
He turned away from the bar and threw his arm around my shoulders as he prodded me out of the bar toward the offices. “Nothing bugs me more than when I take a woman out to eat and she orders a salad.”
“It was a salad full of meat, bacon and cheese!” I argued and noticed that twinkle in his eye. It seemed the more agitated I became, the more he enjoyed it.
“You said you were hungry. When you’re hungry, you don’t eat a salad. You eat steak. Everybody knows that.”
“What if I’m allergic to shellfish? Huh? Did you ever think of that?” I asked, dragging my feet as we neared my office. I didn’t want to be alone with him and once we stepped in that room, I would be.
“You’re not. I’ve seen you eat shrimp scampi a dozen times at hotel events.
I groaned and he laughed, removing his arm from my shoulders to turn the lights on in my office. He set the computer down on my desk and rubbed his hands together. “Are you ready to be shocked and amazed?”
I held my arms out to the sides and grimaced. “Oh yeah, this should be about as fun as a root canal with no anesthesia.”
Mr. I.T.
I eyed the woman in front of me as she cut into her steak and savored the first bite of the tender meat. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head and I took a bite of my own, enjoying the juicy, smoky flavor. Tonight we had fun together, and that made me wonder why she’s so uncomfortable around me all the time. And a salad? What was that about? Was she trying to prove that she’s healthy? Or is she on a diet? Nothing makes me crazier than dealing with a woman I can see is starving, but tries to hide it. In my book, next to the definition of a perfect ten is Ellie’s picture. Her heart-shaped face, and long ebony black hair framing her beautiful smile, had haunted my dreams more than once over the last few months. If I had to guess, her measurements were 40, 34, 42, and I loved the way her clothes fit those measurements. She was stylish, professional, and downright sexy.
When I first started working here at Kupid Enterprises just under a year ago, my eyes zeroed in on her the first day. She was the real deal, even if she didn’t know it, or believe it. When it came to anything work related she was more confident than Gideon, but when we were alone together she would hardly utter a word, unless it was something negative about herself. With this new project Gideon had us working on, I hoped to change that attitude of hers, a little at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I love her feisty side, but I would rather that feisty side
He motioned for me to go ahead through the glass doors of the restaurant and he followed me. We leaned on the bar and looked over a menu, the new computer resting on a chair as though it was taunting me. Mr. I.T. folded his menu closed and turned his head to look at me. “I think I’ll have my usual. Steak and shrimp with fries. What’s your favorite?”
I knew this menu by heart and the fact that I was still looking at it was pathetic, but it kept me from looking at him. “I’ll have the cob salad, I guess.”
He took the menu from my hand and laid it on his as the bartender came toward us.
"Aloha, Mally and Ellie. You're working late tonight," he greeted us, performing his habit of wiping down the bar before he leans on it.
Maltrand answered before I could. "Just a little technology issue we should have resolved soon. We'd like to order some food. Do you have someone who can deliver it to us? We'll be in Ellie's office."
Hani was nodding as he spoke. "Won't be a problem, it's late and we aren't busy. What can I have them make you?"
I was about to open my mouth when Mr. I.T. answered again. "Give us two steak and shrimp platters with fries, both medium."
“Excuse me, that’s not what I want,” I said in a huff, but Hani took the menus and waved as he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Mr. I.T. in the hot seat.
He turned away from the bar and threw his arm around my shoulders as he prodded me out of the bar toward the offices. “Nothing bugs me more than when I take a woman out to eat and she orders a salad.”
“It was a salad full of meat, bacon and cheese!” I argued and noticed that twinkle in his eye. It seemed the more agitated I became, the more he enjoyed it.
“You said you were hungry. When you’re hungry, you don’t eat a salad. You eat steak. Everybody knows that.”
“What if I’m allergic to shellfish? Huh? Did you ever think of that?” I asked, dragging my feet as we neared my office. I didn’t want to be alone with him and once we stepped in that room, I would be.
“You’re not. I’ve seen you eat shrimp scampi a dozen times at hotel events.
I groaned and he laughed, removing his arm from my shoulders to turn the lights on in my office. He set the computer down on my desk and rubbed his hands together. “Are you ready to be shocked and amazed?”
I held my arms out to the sides and grimaced. “Oh yeah, this should be about as fun as a root canal with no anesthesia.”
Mr. I.T.
I eyed the woman in front of me as she cut into her steak and savored the first bite of the tender meat. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head and I took a bite of my own, enjoying the juicy, smoky flavor. Tonight we had fun together, and that made me wonder why she’s so uncomfortable around me all the time. And a salad? What was that about? Was she trying to prove that she’s healthy? Or is she on a diet? Nothing makes me crazier than dealing with a woman I can see is starving, but tries to hide it. In my book, next to the definition of a perfect ten is Ellie’s picture. Her heart-shaped face, and long ebony black hair framing her beautiful smile, had haunted my dreams more than once over the last few months. If I had to guess, her measurements were 40, 34, 42, and I loved the way her clothes fit those measurements. She was stylish, professional, and downright sexy.
When I first started working here at Kupid Enterprises just under a year ago, my eyes zeroed in on her the first day. She was the real deal, even if she didn’t know it, or believe it. When it came to anything work related she was more confident than Gideon, but when we were alone together she would hardly utter a word, unless it was something negative about herself. With this new project Gideon had us working on, I hoped to change that attitude of hers, a little at a time. Don’t get me wrong, I love her feisty side, but I would rather that feisty side
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