Page 38 of Fierce-Matt
“A glass of house white,” she said. “We’ll be ready to order when you return.”
“Wine and burger?” he asked.
“Something to soothe the nerves more than anything. What’s with your drink?”
He leaned in close. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but the beer selection isn’t that great.”
She laughed. “Nothing here your brother makes.”
“No craft beer at all,” he said. “And though I can throw back wine like the next person, the burger sounds good.”
“And you’re too bougie for wine and burgers?”
He shrugged. There was no reason to say their wine selection was just as generic as the beer. Liquor was a safer bet in his eyes.
“Back to you and your career. What do you like doing? Not what you want but what you like.”
“It’s the same thing,” she said.
“No,” he argued. “It’s not. I enjoy drinking beer, but I don’t want to make it. The same with chocolate cake, but I don’t want to be a baker.”
“You like being an attorney?” she asked.
“Of course. Not every aspect. There are days I hate my job like everyone else, but I enjoy what I do.”
She closed one eye at him. “You hate it when you don’t get your way.”
“That’s a given,” he said, laughing.
Anya smiled and reached for her wine when it was brought over, then took a healthy sip.
While she placed her order for her burger, it gave him time to admire her.
Her blonde hair was down and brushing her shoulders, a part on the side and tucked behind her ears.
There were small silver balls in her lobes. Simple and fit her personality.
She had a mint green cotton shirt on that hugged her chest and showed off her breasts more than he’d noticed before.
She wasn’t that large on top, but with the shirt tight, it appeared more than he remembered.
Her top was tucked into the waist of baggy light-colored jeans. Outside he noticed she had white leather sneakers on her feet.
Nothing to walk miles in, but more for fashion.
She didn’t put a ton of effort into her appearance for this date. Not like other women who might have spent hours getting ready. Another thing to test him.
He’d pass with flying colors because she was beautiful to him regardless of her attire.
“Matt.”
“What?” he asked.
“You’re too busy staring at me and she asked for your order.”
“Oh,” he said. “I had a vision in front of me. Hard to tear my eyes away.” He heard Anya snort. “I’ll have the same, but my burger medium rare.”
“Fries or onion rings with that?”
