Page 9 of Until We Meet Again

"No."

"You seem pretty confident about that."

He leans forward in his chair, his well-defined physique on display, while his white T-shirt hugs his form, highlighting hismuscular chest and arms, which bulge slightly as he rests them on the table.

"When I know what I want, I'm very confident."

"Which is what?"

Despite my lack of sexual experiences, I've been on enough dates to know when there's chemistry and when there's not, and I feel it between us.

"I want date two," he says with conviction.

"When?"

"Tonight."

"You want two dates on the same day?"

"I wouldn't say no to spending the evening with a beautiful woman."

"I'm sure you have plenty of beautiful women you could ask out on a date."

"I'm a man, not a boy, Tessa," he says firmly, his honey eyes locking onto mine. "I never date more than one woman at a time."

"I guess I assumed that everyone dated multiple people at the same time."

"Are you dating anybody else?"

"I've been seeing a handful of guys, but don't worry, you're my second favorite so far." I give him a wry smile, and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, the guy who sends me dick pics is currently ahead of you, but only just."

He leans in, his gaze locked on mine, and with a single finger, he draws me in. My pulse begins to race as I inch closer to him, and his scent hits me for the first time, the woodsy fragrance intoxicating my senses.

"If you want to see my cock, sweetheart, all you have to do is say please." His voice is a seductive whisper that I feelthroughout my body, specifically my nipples, which are rock-hard against my bra.

"I was under the impression you didn't send dick pics."

"I don't." The way he eye-fucks me across the table is enough to make my core throb. "Are you sure I'm not your first choice? Because I think I'm exactly who you want to be on a date with, not someone else."

"Fine, I'll make an exception and only date you if that's what you want."

"Good girl. Now, make sure it stays that way." With a faint smirk, he glances at my lipsonce more, this time for a little longer, before settling into his chair.

We continue talking until the server brings over the check, and the tension between us gradually begins to ease.

Zane picks it up, and I jump in before he can pull out his wallet.

"What do I owe?"

He looks at me like I've grown an extra head. "I can't tell if you're kidding," he says.

"I'm not." I find myself softly laughing.

"I don't know what kind of people you've dated before, but if I invite a woman to coffee, I'm buying her coffee."

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