arrived and asked them for their order,
putting an end to the conversation Alaina wondered if she was going to be
able to eat anything. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like a
teenager on her first date. This is ridiculous she thought. I’m a
grown woman why do I feel like I'm seventeen? She decided she should
order something light to soothe her churning stomach. She looked up at
the waiter. “I'll have the soup and salad.”
Donovan, however, did not appear to have his appetite
affected at all as he ordered, “I'll have the Caesar salad and the beef
tenderloin.” The waiter thanked them and promptly took their menus.
Alaina looked at Donovan wryly. “Well, you certainly
don't believe in eating light for lunch, do you?”
“I certainly don't and besides I didn't have breakfast
this morning. At least I don't eat like a bird. How do you live on
soup and salad? You’re not one of those chicks that is afraid to eat in
front of guys are you?”
Alaina grimaced inwardly, if he wasn't making her so
nervous she would probably be ordering the tenderloin too, but of course she
wasn't going to tell him that.
“Did you just call me a chick?”
He smiled, flashing white teeth. “I did, but just to
irritate you. You’re just too easy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why do I feel like punching
you?”
He leaned over and tugged on a loch of her hair. “I
think it’s because you’re starting to like me.”
She rolled her eyes again. “God, I should have known
better than to go to lunch with a lawyer, their egos are always out of
control.”
“I was just going to say the same thing about you,” he
said with a deep chuckle.
The waiter soon arrived with their meals. Alaina
couldn't taste anything as a result of her overwrought nerves. Donovan,
however, was consuming his huge lunch with great appreciation, a fact that
irritated Alaina to no end. She obviously did not have the same effect on
him that he had on her, another irritating thought, although he did keep on
staring at her like she was dessert and he wanted to eat her. This image began
leading her mind to stray to all sorts of interesting fantasies. Come on
Alaina, she berated herself, get a grip, he's just a man.
Donovan was far from unaffected and he knew he must
have been staring at her like he wanted to devour her. Everything about
this woman turned him on. She was intelligent and sexy with a wry sense
of humor that only served to attract him more. She had this alluring
little habit of chewing her lip when she was in deep thought and that made him
think how much he wanted to take little nips at those full sensuous lips.
Donovan knew he had to put a stop to this train of thought. He couldn't
risk losing control. He was well aware he was tenuously close to doing exactly
that, not to mention that if he didn’t get his erection under control he was
going to be very embarrassed when he stood up to leave.
It occurred to Alaina that they were just sitting
there staring at each other hungrily, but neither of them was hungry for
food. She decided that her best course of action was to restart the
conversation so they could both switch their concentration, and she could stop
fantasizing about what it would be like to be kissed by his bold lips.
She cleared her throat and began, “So when are you
returning to San Diego?”
Donovan was grateful for the reprieve from his own
wayward thoughts as he said, “I'm planning to leave early this evening. How about you?”
“I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I have a friend
I’m planning on seeing tonight.”
“A friend from school?” As he asked the question he made a mental note
to have her followed to find out whom exactly she was meeting and if it was as
innocent as she was leading him to believe.
“Yes, my old roommate. I'm really looking
forward to seeing her. We haven't had a chance to get together in over a
year.”
“Yeah, I know how you feel. Since I
putting an end to the conversation Alaina wondered if she was going to be
able to eat anything. Her stomach was in knots and she felt like a
teenager on her first date. This is ridiculous she thought. I’m a
grown woman why do I feel like I'm seventeen? She decided she should
order something light to soothe her churning stomach. She looked up at
the waiter. “I'll have the soup and salad.”
Donovan, however, did not appear to have his appetite
affected at all as he ordered, “I'll have the Caesar salad and the beef
tenderloin.” The waiter thanked them and promptly took their menus.
Alaina looked at Donovan wryly. “Well, you certainly
don't believe in eating light for lunch, do you?”
“I certainly don't and besides I didn't have breakfast
this morning. At least I don't eat like a bird. How do you live on
soup and salad? You’re not one of those chicks that is afraid to eat in
front of guys are you?”
Alaina grimaced inwardly, if he wasn't making her so
nervous she would probably be ordering the tenderloin too, but of course she
wasn't going to tell him that.
“Did you just call me a chick?”
He smiled, flashing white teeth. “I did, but just to
irritate you. You’re just too easy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why do I feel like punching
you?”
He leaned over and tugged on a loch of her hair. “I
think it’s because you’re starting to like me.”
She rolled her eyes again. “God, I should have known
better than to go to lunch with a lawyer, their egos are always out of
control.”
“I was just going to say the same thing about you,” he
said with a deep chuckle.
The waiter soon arrived with their meals. Alaina
couldn't taste anything as a result of her overwrought nerves. Donovan,
however, was consuming his huge lunch with great appreciation, a fact that
irritated Alaina to no end. She obviously did not have the same effect on
him that he had on her, another irritating thought, although he did keep on
staring at her like she was dessert and he wanted to eat her. This image began
leading her mind to stray to all sorts of interesting fantasies. Come on
Alaina, she berated herself, get a grip, he's just a man.
Donovan was far from unaffected and he knew he must
have been staring at her like he wanted to devour her. Everything about
this woman turned him on. She was intelligent and sexy with a wry sense
of humor that only served to attract him more. She had this alluring
little habit of chewing her lip when she was in deep thought and that made him
think how much he wanted to take little nips at those full sensuous lips.
Donovan knew he had to put a stop to this train of thought. He couldn't
risk losing control. He was well aware he was tenuously close to doing exactly
that, not to mention that if he didn’t get his erection under control he was
going to be very embarrassed when he stood up to leave.
It occurred to Alaina that they were just sitting
there staring at each other hungrily, but neither of them was hungry for
food. She decided that her best course of action was to restart the
conversation so they could both switch their concentration, and she could stop
fantasizing about what it would be like to be kissed by his bold lips.
She cleared her throat and began, “So when are you
returning to San Diego?”
Donovan was grateful for the reprieve from his own
wayward thoughts as he said, “I'm planning to leave early this evening. How about you?”
“I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I have a friend
I’m planning on seeing tonight.”
“A friend from school?” As he asked the question he made a mental note
to have her followed to find out whom exactly she was meeting and if it was as
innocent as she was leading him to believe.
“Yes, my old roommate. I'm really looking
forward to seeing her. We haven't had a chance to get together in over a
year.”
“Yeah, I know how you feel. Since I
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