Page 22 of Samson

His date huffed a laugh, and Delilah looked back at her, holding her gaze with a smirk. “Can I get anyone another drink yet?”

“Yes,” the brunette said. “I’ll have another chardonnay.” Her lips pursed in that pouty way women thought was attractive.

Delilah nodded, then shot a look at Samson, who was watching the exchange with intrigue. “I’m fine, thanks. Trevors?” he said to his other guest.

“I’m good,” Trevors said.

“I’ll be back with your drink, ma’am,” Delilah said. “Enjoy your hors d’oeuvres.”

“Ma’am?” Delilah heard the brunette say as she headed for the bar. The smile that lit her face was the first genuine one she’d had all night. At least the exchange wasn’t a total waste. Not that it would make her feel any better when she fell into bed tonight.

She waved to Bruno. “Hey, I need another chardonnay for Samson’s table. Whatever they’re drinking. Probably something expensive.”

“Hey, don’t knock expensive wine. It’s usually the best.”

“Doesn’t mean the person drinking it is.”

She drummed her fingers on the bar until Bruno returned and slid the glass to her.

“You’ve got company,” he said before heading down the bar to another patron.

She took the glass, puzzled, until she turned to find Samson directly behind her. She almost spilled the wine on him. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Sorry.” He took the drink from her and took a sip, then made a face. “I don’t know how people can drink this stuff. Tastes like cool-aide.”

“I doubt it.”

“It does. Try it.”

“That’s supposed to be for your guest.”

“Rebecca won’t care.”

Delilah took the glass from him but didn’t drink. “Is there something you needed? Because I have an order to deliver.”

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m ashamed to say my date was quite rude to you just then.”

“I don’t think she appreciated you paying attention to another woman.”

He ignored her comment. “I’m excellent at reading people, but you’re complicated.”

“Compliment accepted. Is that all?” She spotted the waitress she’d taken over for. “Heather.” She nodded her over. “This drink is for the young lady at Samson’s table.”

Delilah didn’t give him another look but enjoyed walking away from him, knowing it would irritate him that she’d dismissed him so easily.

“I’ll take that,” Samson said to Heather.

“Is there anything else you need?”

He looked at Delilah’s back and smirked. “Yeah, but it’s not something you can provide.”

He went back to his table and set down the drink.

“Samson,” Trevors said.

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