Page 7 of Pretend to be Mine
He presses his lips together. “A very well-known porn star.”
I bust out laughing. “Oh no! What did you do?”
Ben shrugs. “What could I do? I kept my mouth shut, paid for dinner, and never called her again.”
I giggle. “Awe, poor girl. Porn stars need love, too!”
He snorts. “I think they get plenty of that,” he jokes, making us both laugh.
We continue to tell our horrible date stories while the two of us load the dishwasher. When the kitchen is clean and we’ve both finished our wine, he stands up. “Well, it’s getting late. I should be getting home.”
I look at my watch and see that it’s nearing nine already. “Wow, time flies, huh?”
He laughs. “Yeah, it sure does. Thank you for inviting me to dinner, even if I did embarrass you by thinking you were hitting on me.”
I smile. “Thank you for coming. This was much better than spending my night alone, eating on the couch in front of the TV.”
I walk him to the door, and he steps through. He looks back over at me and offers a smile that makes his eyes sparkle. “Good night, Savannah.”
“Good night, Ben.”
I watch him walk away before closing the door and locking it for the night.
