Page 72 of Bonding with the Beta

She breathes out an exasperated breath. “Only a little.”

“Why? We’re going to have fun.”

Her knee begins to bounce.

“I guess you just?—”

“I what?”

“You make me nervous.”

My foot presses against the brakes as I approach a set of traffic lights. I turn my attention towards her and study the way her brows are slightly pinched. “I make you nervous, or is it the situation?”

“Both,” she admits shyly.

“You are fucking adorable,” I comment with a grin as she turns away to hide her blush.

We turn the corner and pull into a car park as Kayleigh grips the door handle to look up at the restaurant—The Opal.

She almost pales at the sight of it and turns to me with sudden fright. “This is where we’re going?”

I hum softly. “Yep.”

Once I get out and open Kayleigh’s door, it takes every inch of me not to think about how good she looks in those gold heels, especially having her legs wrapped around my head by the end of the night.

“This place is really fancy,” she whispers as we approach the foyer.

Inside are large chandeliers, dark wooden floors, and dimmed lighting.

“Sure is.” I smile wickedly down at her.

“Reservation?” a waiter asks before taking my name and guiding us to our table.

I allow Kayleigh to go first and hear the sound of those heels on the floor, ringing in my ears. My eyes dip down to the way her hips naturally sway with the silk fabric of her dress, and I have to clench my jaw. Even when she’s not trying, she’s still irresistible.

The waiter pulls out Kayleigh’s chair as she thanks him, and we sit down at the rounded table with a candle burning in the middle and fresh flowers.

“Do you like red wine?” I ask, and Kayleigh nods.

I have a quick look through the drinks menu before turning to the waiter. “We’ll have a bottle of the Napa Valley Dominus, please. Thank you.”

“Right away, sir.”

“C-can I have a look at that?” she asks as she gestures to the menu.

I hand it to her and watch as her eyes scan the pages before they almost bulge out of her head. She fidgets in her seat and shuts the menu with a firm slam before running a hand through her hair.

“What’s the matter?”

Kayleigh’s blue eyes snap to mine as she releases a hesitant laugh. “Nothing.”

Guess I’ll be in the back later doing the dishes after the prices in this place.

I cover my frown when her thoughts flood into my head.

“Kayleigh, tell me what’s wrong.”

Before she can answer, the waiter comes back with our bottle of wine. He pours us both a glass with one hand tucked behind his back before leaving us alone again.

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