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“I've never seen you look so happy,” he informed me as we settled into our seats.
I shook my head, considering. I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I was an over-thinker by nature. There was nothing I could do about that.
“I don't know if anyone that has actually known me has been interested,” I admitted. “Or should I say... I've rarely let people get to know the real me and the fact that even after messing up, you’re still here... it means a lot.”
His bright gaze darkened as he assessed me.
“I find that crazy,” he finally said. “You're attractive, smart, probably rich?”
He paused for me to shrug bashfully. I had done pretty well over the years. I had a gorgeous condo in the center of the city in a high-rise and I had more than enough money in the bank. He nodded as though he already knew all that without me muttering a word.
“It's not entirely about other people,” I admitted. “Yes, most people want the exotic alien on their arm but then they realize that I'm just... well, you didn't even like me. You know.”
He chuckled softly.
“To be fair, you're my boss. It's not like we met in a club or something. I think if you danced up next to me, I would probably have bent over backwards to get to know you.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
He nodded.
“Seeing you like this... Let's just say that anyone else who made you feel like you weren't enough messed up big time.”
There had been a few people. A couple romantic relationships, and friendships that had led to me feeling disheartened over and over again. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember a single one of them right now.
Our waiter approached then with the menus.
“Will you two be dining with us today?” he asked.
Clay shook his head before I could answer.
“Just the drink menus please,” he said.
When the waiter handed them to us and then departed, I tilted my head curiously.
“You're not hungry?” I asked.
He shrugged, his hand landing on my wrist and stroking softly.
“I'd rather take you up on that bed offer,” he admitted playfully. “We can order food after.”
My mouth went dry.
“Unless you have something else to do...”
I shook my head.
“Nope. Nothing. And if I did, I would cancel.”
Clay grinned and turned his attention to the menu to pick out a drink.
Chapter Nine
CLAY
Sal had taken me to one of the nicest places I'd ever been. We were high up in the sky, surrounded by windows while the sun set outside. Inside, there were golden sculptures, beautiful paintings and a man who had just started playing the piano—and I could barely notice any of it.
All of my attention was on Sal.My Sal, I found myself thinking of him already. And the enticing idea that he would allow me to be something special to him if I wanted it. And yeah, I did. I couldn't help it. All of the words he had written to me were quickly rewiring in my brain to come from those lips and that voice.
