Page 57 of Fierce-Matt
His sister, on the other hand, she was open game.
“I don’t believe you,” she said. “But tonight, we are getting scallops and filet mignon. Lobster wasn’t an option.”
“Even better. I love scallops and always wanted to cook them.”
She put her arm through his. “I’m glad I could give you this.”
He leaned down and placed his lips on hers.
They’d done a lot of kissing on Thursday after their date.
Even more when he saw her on Sunday night for a few hours. He’d ordered takeout there too.
He’d love to get past first base, but was letting her write the outline.
This was their seventh date and he wasn’t pushing the pencil in her hand.
If he went to bed with a stiff dick after every time he saw her, he told himself it wasn’t the end of the world.
He’d gone much longer without sex.
Though it wasn’t during a time when he was actively dating someone.
“I’m glad you thought of it.”
She leaned into his arm. The carefree, playful girl he always saw as a teen was slowly making her appearance again.
He’d do nothing to blow this.
They checked in and were handed the menu of items they needed to gather. They’d each be making a plate and working next to the other at a station.
As they brought everything to their counter and waited for other couples to set up, he worried about the cost of this night she’d picked.
She said she had it covered, but it was easily a few hundred dollars.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He turned his head to look at her. He had to look down—she was close to ten inches shorter than his six-foot-two stature.
He leaned into her ear. “I want to pay for this. It’s way too much.”
She laughed. “Matt. You’ve paid for the past six dates, which is a lot more than this night when added up. I don’t date someone for them to do it all.”
“I never thought you did. But this is really expensive.”
“For me?” she asked. “That’s the problem.”
There was no way out of this.
“Come on, Anya. Don’t make me put my foot in my mouth. I’m not flexible enough for it and don’t want to be sore for weeks after I pull a muscle.”
She laughed. “If you didn’t have such a pained expression on your face I’d think you were joking, but you’re not.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” she said. “My commission check was one of my highest. I’ve always wanted to do this and no one else I’ve dated was interested.”
He was touched that she knew he’d be.
