Dr. Charles Santos was a visiting professor from Yale who had attended the conference. His work was well known for his theories and for his attitude and blatant opinion of women in science. He had tried to out speak her during her own lecture where she had to pause and put the man in his place.
There was one thing that Kimora didn’t go for, and that was someone thinking they were better than her. After she’d kindly taken care of Dr. Santos, he’d stormed out of her lecture with his beet-red face and an attitude. She was sure he wasn’t used to people speaking up for themselves.
And Kimora did and would.
Well, since this wastheKane Livingston, then it would look as if Kimora would get her wish. She would get his ear and be able to find out why he’d been blocking her research. Before she chickened out and changed her mind, she sent him her cell phone number.
“What have I done?” She set her phone back down on the island and stared at it as if it had grown legs. She chewed on her lip and contemplated texting Laura. She would get a kick out of hearing that it was truly Kane. A few seconds later, the musical notes of her ringer played. She snatched it up and slid her finger across the screen and answered. “Hello?”
She winced, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate answering. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“So it is you.” A deep chuckle greeted her.
A small smile played on Kimora’s lips. Apparently, Kane had been having doubts that the person on this side of the profile was really her.
Great minds think alike.
“Yes, it’s me. What are you doing on this app?” she blurted out. She spun around and leaned back against the counter.What was a man like him doing on a dating app? How could he not find women to date? Every female with a pulse around the hospital would probably give their left boob to go on a date with him. Young, old, married, or single. It didn’t matter. Dr. Livingston turned heads when he walked down the halls of the hospital.
“Funny story.” Kane laughed again.
Kimora wondered what he was doing at the moment. Was he at the hospital? If anyone worked liked crazy, it was this man. She’d seen his schedule, and his patient waitlist was almost out a year, and his surgery schedule was booked out as well. When did he have time to fill out a profile?
“It would appear my younger sister feels I don’t get out much away from work, and she put me on this damn thing.”
He had a younger sister? Kimora felt herself soften at the idea that his kid sister was behind him having a profile on a dating app.
“Can’t get a date on your own?” she joked. She couldn’t help it. When she got nervous, her snarky sense of humor always showed itself.
“Ouch.” He barked another laugh. “I didn’t think I had issues, but according to Lizzie, the women I was dating weren’t good enough.”
Kimora already found herself liking Lizzie. There was nothing like a sibling looking out for the other one. It showed his sister truly cared for him if she didn’t like any of the women he had been dating.
“What about you? How is a beautiful woman like you on here? Don’t tell me you don’t have men beating down your door to take you out.”
Kimora sighed. If only that were true, but she had chosen her career and she was happy with that. At least she had thought she was.
“Well, according to my friend, I work too much and don’t get out enough. She put me on here and instructed me to at least go on one date.”
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
Kimora froze and looked down at her clothing. She had on leggings, a t-shirt, and sandals. Definitely not appropriate for a first date. Today was going to be for her. If Laura had asked her to go grab a bite to eat, her attire would be fine.
“Umm…” she hesitated.
“The answer is yes,” Kane murmured.
His voice deepened, and it resonated with Kimora. She inhaled sharply and felt the pit of her stomach quiver.
“What do you have in mind?” She wasn’t going to answer quite yet. She chewed on her lip, trying to decide if she could do this. Could she go on a date with a physician from her job? Technically they worked together. Different departments, but she needed his patients to be entered into her study. And if going out with him gave her his ear, then she should do it.
“I was thinking of that new steak place that opened up down in the Flats. I hear they have a great wine bar and have live music.”
Kimora had heard of the place. The Cleveland Steak Company. It was located down on the water in Downtown Cleveland. It was also said to be quite expensive, but the reviews were outstanding. The opening had been all over the news and television channels. She had even seen some content creators on social media post about the restaurant. She had been wanting to get a reservation, but there was a waiting list already.
“Say yes, Kimora.”
“They have a waiting list. I doubt we can just go and show up.” Kimora was stalling. She knew it, and by the deep chuckle echoing in her ear, Kane knew it.