Page 8 of More Trouble
My stomach let out a loud gurgle and Tom stared at me. “Was that…?” He glanced between my face and my belly.
My cheeks burned. “Yes, sorry about that.” I wrinkled my nose. “I’ve been working today and didn’t get a chance to eat.”
“That’s right, you’ve got a catering company.”
“Events and catering,” I corrected him. “It was a bridal luncheon. Lots of skinny women eating tiny food.”
He let out a laugh. “I can imagine.”
“What do you do?” I asked. The waitress came back with our wine and poured us both a glass. I took a large gulp, hoping it would calm my nerves.
“I work in finance. I just moved here to join a consulting company. If you need any help with your taxes, be sure to let me know.” He clinked his glass with mine.
“Right, sounds interesting.” I didn’t know the first thing about finance. Since I’d set up the company, I’d always paid someone else to sort that stuff out. I knew about my incomings and outgoings and always had enough to pay Tori, but that was about the extent of it. My stomach rumbled again. “God, I’m so sorry. Do you think we can order now?”
“Sure. You’re not vegetarian or vegan or anything are you? Because the chorizo and the bacon wrapped dates are to die for.”
I wondered how long he’d been in the city for if he already knew how good the food was here. Maybe I wasn’t the first person he’d brought here on a date. “Nope. And I agree, they’re amazing.”
We selected a bunch of dishes, possibly over-ordering considering the waitress raised her eyebrows when we added more. Once she’d gone, we slipped into easy conversation; chatting about college, our friends and more about our work. I got to understand a little more about what he did, although it didn’t sound all that interesting to me. When the waitress brought our food, Tom asked for another bottle of wine and I noticed that although I’d had one glass, the bottle was empty. He must have drunk the rest. We ate our way through the mountain of tapas, and I even had a couple of calamari –a sure sign of pure hunger.
“Where else’s good to go in this city?” Tom asked, leaning back in his chair as he finished his fourth glass of wine. “Is there a good bar or club that’s your go to place?”
Unless you counted the local pizza place and the bagel shop, I tended not to go out all that much. Tori and I would go to the movies or occasionally to the cocktail bar - which was how I’d met Tom. Otherwise, I was usually too busy working to go out or too tired.
“Um, well, there’s the place we met last week.”
“Yes! We should go on there afterwards. I remember it now; they did a good mojito.”
The last thing he needed right now was more alcohol.
He leaned forward and twisted a strand of my blonde hair around his finger. “Your hair looks so sexy like that,” Tom slurred. “Like one of the Olsen twins. Ashley maybe. I wouldn’t mind taking them out.” He paused, staring wistfully into the distance. “A threesome with twins…”
I blanched.
Twins?
Shit, I knew how to pick ‘em.
We wouldn’t be making it to date two.
