Page 16 of Dragon's Honor

Finley answered, “Hello.”

“Miss Sawyer, a Mr. Tad Smith is here to see you.”

“Thanks, Jimmy. I’ll be down in a minute.”

She grabbed her clutch and headed downstairs.

The elevator doors parted, and her date was standing by the security guard’s desk chatting away.

“Tad?”

He turned and his eyes widened. “Hi, Finley. You look great.”

She let out a soft breath of relief. He was a nice-looking man. He wasn’t much taller than her five-foot seven, broad through the shoulders, in good shape. He had sandy blond hair and warm brown eyes.

Finley shook his hand with a smile. “Shall we?”

He offered her his arm and they headed out.

Tad was a gentleman. He opened doors, listened when she spoke, complimented her, had interesting things to say, and he never seemed like he wished he was with someone else.

Finley thought he was a nice guy, but she didn’t feel any of that sizzle or connection. She could be friends with a guy like Tad, but nothing more.

Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if she was deficient. She had a high sex drive. She burned through batteries using her vibrator. She liked sex with men. Lately, she just hadn’t really felt any sexual chemistry with anyone. She wondered if she was putting out the wrong vibe or what.

Or maybe she’d just frozen from the waist down.

“That’s an interesting bracelet,” Tad said.

Finley looked up from her dessert and then down at her wrist where the green tourmaline mocked her. “Thank you.”

“Where did you get it?”

“My sister found it in Brazil and gave it to me as a gift.”

Tad nodded. “It’s special. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like it.”

She mused when she thought about the way it shifted on her wrist. “It’s definitely unique.”

“May I see it?”

She blinked at him. “See it?”

He nodded, holding out his hand.

“I, uh, actually never take it off.”

His brows crinkled. “Why not?”

Because I can’t. “I don’t like to. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a little weird.”

Finley shrugged. “Everyone is a little weird.” She sipped from her wine, unsure if she wanted to finish her dessert anymore.

He eyed her curiously but didn’t push any further.

Finley wanted to leave. It didn’t feel right sitting with him. She wanted more from a relationship than comfortable. In fact, she didn’t want a relationship at all. She wouldn’t mind a hot, torrid affair, or some exotic vacation fling, but comfortable and nice just wasn’t her thing.

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