“No, you’re going to meet them the weekend after.”
“I am?”
He is so damn sexy as he pulls on a dress shirt. “You are.” His lips graze my cheek.
”This is not the kind of party my parents want to be at.”
“Okay, but now I’m worried.”
“Don’t be worried. Scared maybe.” He grins and kisses me.
A high pitch tweet-tweet sound rings out.
“That’s your doorbell?”
“Yep,” Evan says, as he brushes by me to go get it.
I can’t help but giggle.
“Trust me, it’s better than the frogs Julian programmed when I first moved in.” Evan has two paper bags in his hands. I take out plates and get utensils.
He sets the bags down on the counter, then grabs us water from the fridge.
We get busy unloading the cartons of Thai food he’s ordered.
“My mom reminded me that it’s Valentine’s Day this weekend.”
“It is? It slipped my mind.” Evan waggles his eyebrows as he pierces a piece of chicken and holds it out to me.
My mouth opens, without any thought, and it scares me slightly how responsive I am to him.
But it’s a good kind of scared and I go with it, my belly fluttering.
“What will the night look like at Sinful Bites?”
His shoulders tighten and he sighs. “You might be shocked to hear this, but it’s a very busy night for the salacious restaurant. We are packed have a waiting list in the hundreds. I have a staff meeting tonight to go over final details, it’s going to go late.”
He grins wickedly at me. “But despite how packed it is, I love it. It’s one hell of a party and I can't wait for you to see it. Each table gets whipped cream, strawberries, cherries, chocolate sauce, and champagne. It’s a really good time.”
“I can’t wait. Wendy has asked me to design pieces for her sister’s engagement party that’s on Saturday.”
“That’s presumptuous of her to think you are free, isn't it?”
I shrug. “She knows I’m new and on my own. I did tell her it was short notice. I’m going to go into the studio early tomorrow and we’re going to get the pieces done. All I have to do is deliver them to Wendy’s.”
“Good, I can’t wait for you to spend Valentine’s Day with me.”
“It’s a busy day for florists.”
Alex, Marc and Suki can’t give me any hours because they are working this weekend.
If I didn’t have a new studio space, I would be doing that too.
The thought sends a slither of guilt through me. “Evan, we should talk about the studio.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I expect you know how to run the business.”
“Your confidence in me might be misplaced. I've never run a business before.”