business owner. In that case, why did he teach swimming lessons? Considering what he drove, she doubted he needed to moonlight at the Community Center. “Do you like owning a restaurant?”
“I had a lot to learn when I opened my first one, but I quickly learned the value of a good manager.”
“First one?”
“Yes. I own seven. All seafood.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of seafood. And a lot of work.” She took another look around. The restaurant was impressive. Luxurious was the best word she could come up with. Tastefully decorated, not loud or garish as some places could be. Decorated completely in shades of blue, from a deep navy to the softest aqua, it reminded her of the sea. “How do you find the time to teach swimming? I mean, I always thought restaurant tycoons were busy all the time, didn’t have time for things like that.”
“I make time.” He stopped speaking as the waiter delivered drinks and some kind of deep fried, batter-coated squiggles. He nodded a silent thank you and continued. “I like to give back to the community, and I love swimming. It made sense to teach.”
This guy was a lot more than a stud—not that the stud part was all bad. Could she get any luckier! Wealthy, respectable, caring. She had the feeling she could easily fall in love with him.
There had to be a hitch. He was too good to be true, and she knew what that meant.
He was.
She had to find a fault, any fault, or she’d forever be waiting for the reality bomb to strike. She watched him down a few of the batter-coated thingies.
“Aren’t you going to try some?” He offered her a morsel.
“No, thanks. My religion strictly forbids anything coated in batter and fried.”
“I think you’d like it if you tried it.” He waved it in front of her nose. It smelled safe enough, a little fishy but not too bad.
“Okay, a small taste.” She opened her mouth and he dunked the piece in cocktail cocsauce then slipped it inside, licking his lips as he traced her mouth with his fingertip.
And already, before the main dish had been served, the words “fuck me hard” trailed through her mind. What would he do to her tonight? His mercury-blasting look promised plenty.
She bit down, remembering he’d placed something edible in her mouth. Not bad. A little chewy, but also crunchy and salty, with just a taste of tomato.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s better than I expected.”
“Would you like more?”
That question could be taken any number of ways. Sure! Give me more of those electrified touches and pussy heating kisses. Fuck me . “No, I’m fine. I’ll wait for my salad. What is that stuff, anyway?”
As the last word emerged from her mouth, the waiter stepped forward with more plates. He set several dishes before Josh.
Who ordered all this? She took in the spread on the table. That was one hell of a lot of food! Crab legs, little white round things, fish of some kind. A lobster. On her plate, a mouth-watering hunk of steak and a lobster tail. “We didn’t order. How’d the waiter know what to bring?”
“I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of arranging everything ahead of time.”
“Gosh. No one’s ever done that for me before. I don’t know what to say. Thanks, I guess.” She poked at the lobster and cringed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish all this. Are you really going to eat all that food?”
He smiled at the disbelief in her voice. “You bet I’ll eat it all.”
“I don’t know how you do it.” She made her best effort at downing the steak, watching him eat like he hadn’t touched a bite in years. When her stomach was simply too full to stuff another bite in, she handed over the untouched lobster, and he ate that too. “You are a mother’s worst nightmare. You probably put the woman in the poorhouse trying to feed you.”
He grinned. “Thankfully, where we lived, there was plenty to eat.”
“Well, unless you live in the ocean, you have to pay for it. Seafood is damn
“I had a lot to learn when I opened my first one, but I quickly learned the value of a good manager.”
“First one?”
“Yes. I own seven. All seafood.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of seafood. And a lot of work.” She took another look around. The restaurant was impressive. Luxurious was the best word she could come up with. Tastefully decorated, not loud or garish as some places could be. Decorated completely in shades of blue, from a deep navy to the softest aqua, it reminded her of the sea. “How do you find the time to teach swimming? I mean, I always thought restaurant tycoons were busy all the time, didn’t have time for things like that.”
“I make time.” He stopped speaking as the waiter delivered drinks and some kind of deep fried, batter-coated squiggles. He nodded a silent thank you and continued. “I like to give back to the community, and I love swimming. It made sense to teach.”
This guy was a lot more than a stud—not that the stud part was all bad. Could she get any luckier! Wealthy, respectable, caring. She had the feeling she could easily fall in love with him.
There had to be a hitch. He was too good to be true, and she knew what that meant.
He was.
She had to find a fault, any fault, or she’d forever be waiting for the reality bomb to strike. She watched him down a few of the batter-coated thingies.
“Aren’t you going to try some?” He offered her a morsel.
“No, thanks. My religion strictly forbids anything coated in batter and fried.”
“I think you’d like it if you tried it.” He waved it in front of her nose. It smelled safe enough, a little fishy but not too bad.
“Okay, a small taste.” She opened her mouth and he dunked the piece in cocktail cocsauce then slipped it inside, licking his lips as he traced her mouth with his fingertip.
And already, before the main dish had been served, the words “fuck me hard” trailed through her mind. What would he do to her tonight? His mercury-blasting look promised plenty.
She bit down, remembering he’d placed something edible in her mouth. Not bad. A little chewy, but also crunchy and salty, with just a taste of tomato.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s better than I expected.”
“Would you like more?”
That question could be taken any number of ways. Sure! Give me more of those electrified touches and pussy heating kisses. Fuck me . “No, I’m fine. I’ll wait for my salad. What is that stuff, anyway?”
As the last word emerged from her mouth, the waiter stepped forward with more plates. He set several dishes before Josh.
Who ordered all this? She took in the spread on the table. That was one hell of a lot of food! Crab legs, little white round things, fish of some kind. A lobster. On her plate, a mouth-watering hunk of steak and a lobster tail. “We didn’t order. How’d the waiter know what to bring?”
“I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of arranging everything ahead of time.”
“Gosh. No one’s ever done that for me before. I don’t know what to say. Thanks, I guess.” She poked at the lobster and cringed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish all this. Are you really going to eat all that food?”
He smiled at the disbelief in her voice. “You bet I’ll eat it all.”
“I don’t know how you do it.” She made her best effort at downing the steak, watching him eat like he hadn’t touched a bite in years. When her stomach was simply too full to stuff another bite in, she handed over the untouched lobster, and he ate that too. “You are a mother’s worst nightmare. You probably put the woman in the poorhouse trying to feed you.”
He grinned. “Thankfully, where we lived, there was plenty to eat.”
“Well, unless you live in the ocean, you have to pay for it. Seafood is damn
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