Page 131 of Salvage Him
He had a laptop open and sawed a pair of chopstickstogether.
Professor Stewart removed his glasses and stood as Iapproached.
"Brooke," he said while extending his hand. "It's nice tomeetyou."
"Nice to meet you, too." I tookhishand.
He had a commanding presence and eyes that demanded attention. It didn't hurt that he was gorgeous in that hot young playboy turned hot older guy kindofway.
I never knew my father, but I didn’t have daddy issues. I had the urge to call Professor Stewart, daddy, but not in a sexual way. He looked like he would make a greatfather.
"You okay?" He narrowed his eyes and looked down at ourhands.
Ipulledaway.
"I'm sorry. It's Brooklyn, notBrooke."
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry," Professor Stewart said. "I understand. People do that to me allthetime."
Hegrinned.
"What is your first name?" Iasked.
"Davis. People call me Dave.“ His deep laugh hit me in the gut. "I hate Davis, too. It's so southern, but I hate Daveevenmore.“
We bothlaughed.
The waitress stood adistanceaway.
He wavedather.
"What would you like to drink?" heasked.
"Sparkling water,” Ianswered.
She nodded and scurried towardthebar.
"You want some sushi?” He picked up his chopsticks and pointed to the menu. “I'm not too adventurous when it comes to raw food, but the California rolls here are the bestintown."
I perused the menu and ordered a California roll and atempuraroll.
He ordered a few more things inJapanese.
“You speak Japanese?” My eyesgrewwide.
"I never get to practice it." He grinned and took a sip of hisgreentea.
We finished our lunch, and I joined him for a cup of green tea. The tea was hot and earthy. It felt good on my throat after the strain I had put it through lastnight.
I felt guilty; I hadn't thought about Harrison for a whole hour. I rolled my eyes atmyself.
"What’s wrong?" Professor Stewartcaughtme.
"Nothing."
He didn't believe me. He scrutinized me like a Dom. The kind of stare that made you think you'll never have anothersecret.
But he didn't call meonit.
