Page 17 of Cupid's Shot

“You look incredible,” he says, his eyes locked with mine before quickly darting down. “I mean, you're always stylish, but—wow.”

I want to swoon, but instead, I sass, deflecting the praise. “Am I making you nervous?”

He leans in slightly, his voice low and intense. “You're giving me a lot of ideas.”

For once, I don’t have anything to say. I bite my lip, also having some ideas, and take my seat at the booth.

“You don’t look half bad,” I tease, checking out his thick cowl neck sweater that I want to snuggle into.

“Well, what a nice surprise to see you in here for once,” our server in her early twenties says, approaching our table. She’s smiling so much at Aaron. It’s a nice distraction from staring at him and fantasizing about all the trouble we could get into after dinner.

“Hey, Anna.” Aaron smiles. “This is Sarah.”

“You own the Maker's Studio, right?” she asks.

“That’s me,” I quip with a smile, noticing how she is lusting after Aaron. I mean, I get it, girl. I definitely get it.

“What would you like to drink?” She looks at me.

“Um, I need a minute.” I haven’t even looked at the menu. Aaron and I have essentially been eye fucking each other since we sat down.

“Let me guess, Aaron,” Anna says, moving her gaze back to him. “You’ll have a gin and tonic?”

“Not tonight,” he lightly says. “We’re going to have a bottle of your house red.”

“Great.” She smiles at him, so friendly and eager. “And I’ll drop by High Five sometime this week.”

I chuckle as she walks away.

“What?” Aaron asks.

“You can be so bossy. What if I didn’t like red wine?”

“You like it,” he softly says, tilting his brow and resuming his heated stare with me.

“And she’s very friendly with you.” I laugh, sweating at the intensity of this date so far. I take a sip of my water, trying to cool down.

“I’m a local bartender. It’s part of the job.”

“Flirting with all your patrons?”

“Sometimes.” Aaron laughs. I like that rich, hearty sound too much. I’m liking everything about him too much.

“So, am I just another patron?”

“I don’t recall you paying for a single drink.” He grabs my hand. “Not much of a patron if you aren’t paying, no?”

I softly chuckle.He’s witty.I like that.

Bringing us a decanter full of wine and two glasses, Anna’s eyes are locked on his hand, playing with my fingers. She’s clearly shocked and walks away.

“Did you sleep with her and never call her back or something?” I joke.

“No. Definitely not. She just comes into the bar after work a lot.”

“Emily said something about there being a line out the door of girls trying to get with you.”

“And?”

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