Page 41 of New Girl in Town
“I have no problem with them knowing what happened in here.”
I frowned. “You mean you have no problem with Ben knowing what happened in here.”
He stopped and looked at me. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” I rubbed my forehead and began to question my life choices. Sure, letting the man you’ve been mooning over since day one eat you out in a coat room while you were still on a date seemed like the thing to do, but was it really? Was it, when you had to walk back out into the crowded tapas bar that might have heard you orgasm?
“Mind if Ben heard?” Grant asked, pulling me back to the here and now.
Memories of the date from hell flashed before my eyes and I shook my head no. “Not at all. I mean, I wish we hadn’t,” I said, gesturing between us with a sigh, “you know, gotten down to business right here.”
Grant tilted his head to the side and wiggled his bottom lip between his teeth before he nodded. “Yeah, okay, I can see the point. But also I’d take you anywhere and any way that I could get you, sweetheart, so I’m not sorry in the least.”
“Even if everyone out there knows?” I nodded toward the door Grant had just unlocked.
He swung open the door and kissed my cheek. “Even then. You ready?”
I looked down at where he held my hand and sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah, okay, let’s do this.”
We stepped out into the small hallway that led to the main dining area and passed one very ticked off patron who leaned against the wall and glared daggers at us, but beyond that the scene in the tapas bar was just as we had left it. That little grip of fear that had touched my heart loosened, but then Grant pulled us back toward the table and I jerked to a stop.
“Are you crazy?” I hissed when I realized he was taking us back to the date. “I cannot go back. Not before and definitely not now.”
Grant tugged me forward another step. “We have to.”
“Are you serious? We—”
“Have to tell them we are leaving,” Grant said, shocking me into silence. “Together.”
“We are?”
“Ideally. And then I’m going to take you upstairs and show you exactly what I can do when we aren’t in a closet.”
“It was a very nice closet,” I told him while I tried to stave off the wave of warmth that rolled through my body at the thought of spending a night with Grant in my bed.
Grant kissed my hand. “It was, but it was no bed, and I am nothing if not an overachiever.”
That was all I needed to hear before my libido sparked from an ember to a full-on house fire. I snagged his hand, marching toward the table. “Let’s do this.”
The couple at the table who greeted us was not the same couple we had left. That couple had been on a date with us respectively, but the couple sitting in front of us was on a date with each other.
Ben was leaning back in his seat, laughing at something Sophia had just told him, her hand on his knee as she leaned close to whisper in his ear. The blush that colored his cheeks made me wonder what she had said. Whatever it was, it had Ben stuttering and scrambling to sit in his seat when he noticed Grant and I standing close by.
“Aurora!” He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat. “I was worried you’d left.”
“Grant…” Sophia smiled, her hand still on Ben’s knee. “Leaving?” she asked.
He nodded and held my hand up tighter. “We were. I just wanted us to make our goodbyes.”
She winked at him. “Figured.” Her eyes moved to me and she smiled a smile warmer than she had given me all night. “He really couldn’t shut up about you. I’m glad you two stopped acting like idiots.”
My mouth dropped open. “You were in on this?”
She nodded and tossed her long auburn hair over her shoulder. “You know how it is with old friends. He was so dramatic about it too.”
Grant rolled his eyes. “I was not.”
Sophia tutted but said nothing. Ben cleared his throat. “Can someone please explain what’s going on?”
