Page 39 of Falling for the CEO

I shoved my plate closer to him, so he had better access. He could take all he wanted, because I might taste his spaghetti again later.

I took a smaller forkful of mine.

"I've never eaten spaghetti with tomato sauce that had so much flavor,” I said. In addition to the few full leaves of basil, there must’ve also been dried basil and oregano in the sauce. "This is exquisite!" They put parmigiano in it, so it was full of fatty goodness. "I'm very happy indeed tonight. I've got great food and wine and the company of a sexy man."

"I was wondering if you were going to give me any credit," he said in a playful tone.

"Of course! You deserve an honorary mention."

"Okay, challenge accepted."

"What challenge?"

"You'll see."

I had no idea what he meant, but I had a feeling he had more delicious and sexy things in store for me, and I was on board with that. Something seemed to have happened in the elevator. I didn't just lose my inhibitions but also my fears... at least some of them. I still had no idea what would happen after we left the restaurant. But I was determined to enjoy our dinner date.

As we finished our spaghetti, the waiter came and poured some more wine in our glasses.

“Is this my second glass? Or the third one?”

"Third,” Spencer confirmed.

“At least I had tons of spaghetti. I shouldn’t get tipsy again.”

"Don't worry, I know where you live. I promise to walk you to the front door. I wanted to ask, how long will you be there?"

"Around two months. Taylor’s schedule isn't set in stone. She might stay longer, or she might come back earlier.” I frowned at the glass. “I stand corrected. I can feel the wine going straight to my head.” I was perplexed. My eyes were unfocused, and my fingers were tingling.

He grabbed the bottle from the ice bucket, studying the label before putting it down.

“It’s got 2 percent more alcohol than usual.”

"That would explain it. Or maybe the sexy man giving me an orgasm had something to do with it." I gasped. "I can't believe I said that."

"That's the wine talking," Spencer said.

"I think I forgot my inhibitions somewhere in the elevator," I admitted.

"Do you want dessert?" he asked.

"No. I need a bit of fresh air."

"Are you sick?" His tone instantly changed from playful to concerned. I felt like someone was giving me a hug or I was pressing a fluffy toy to my chest.

"No, but I'm light-headed."

"All right, then. I gave them the credit card when you were still in the bathroom. They’ll charge it. Let's go outside."

"Spencer," I said, licking my lips. "Are you sure you don't want to split the bill? I mean the wine was..."

"No!" I’d never heard him sound like that, somewhere between offended and annoyed. "I won't hear anything more on the topic."

"Okay."

We both rose at the same time, and I suddenly wished he’d put an arm around me or kiss me orsomething. I was yearning for any sort of touch.

Oh, Penny, what happened to you, girl? That's just the wine.I hadn't turned into some sex-crazed person.

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