Page 11 of Tobias

The waitress drops off our drinks, and we still haven’t looked at the menu.

“May I suggest the prosciutto wrapped figs? They come stuffed with goat cheese, a little drizzle of honey, and topped with thyme. It’s our newest item, and a hot seller.”

Tobias looks at me expectantly, and I shrug.

“We’ll give it a go,” he says.

“Perfect. I’ll get that in right away.”

“We should probably figure out what we want to eat before she starts to hate us,” he says with a chuckle, picking up his menu. I do the same.

When she drops off the appetizer, which looks delicious by the way, we put in our meal orders. I get the pan-seared scallops while Tobias orders a steak.

“Do you actually get full on that?” he asks when the waitress leaves the table.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

“So,” he starts, leaning forward slightly. “What made you want to rent a date?”

“And here I thought I’d be at least three drinks in before answering that question.” I pick up my glass and take a sip.

He chuckles. “That bad, huh?”

“Bad isn’t the right word. Maybe embarrassing.”

“Color me intrigued,” he says in a low tone that has my dick stirring to life again. Fuck that thing already. Why does he get a mind of his own?

“This is going to sound so ridiculous.” I take another sip, the glass already half gone.

“Here,” he says, taking a sip of his drink then dumping the rest into mine. I raise a brow. “For courage.”

I chuckle before taking a mouthful, then the last dregs of it. The waitress walks by, and he gestures for two more.

“Need another minute?” he asks.

“No, I should probably just get it over with.”

“All right, let’s hear it.”

There’s excitement shining in his eyes, that I fear I’m going to destroy when I tell him how lame my reasoning is for getting him here.

“So, I… Well, I…” I blow out a breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “Don’t know where to begin, it seems.”

“Okay, so let’s try another way.” I settle into my seat a little more, waiting for him to continue. “How’d you find out about Foxy’s?”

“A friend of mine is a bartender. She gave me a card.”

“Love that,” he says enthusiastically. “And why’d you choose me?”

I groan. “Do I have to answer that?”

“Well, you do now.” He chuckles.

I shake my head, then stare right into his eyes. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”

He rolls his lips between his teeth to stop from laughing, but I see how badly it wants to come out.

“Here you are, gentlemen. Can I get you anything else while you wait for your meals?”

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