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Alex comes back upstairs a few minutes later with a grin on his face.

“I have good news.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

He nods as he takes his seat. “Dad was able to work things out with Adam’s dad. There was no tape of the poker game.”

“That is great news. So, Adam was bluffing the entire time?”

“Yeah, and the company merger is still happening as planned. Now we can get back to our date.”

“I’m so happy for you, and I’m glad the past is able to stay in the past.”

If only my apartment and my belongings weren’t caught in the crosshairs.

“Me too. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can move on with my future and start taking over some companies for Dad.”

“You will do great, Alex. I know you can handle anything your dad throws at you.”

The waiter brings our food, and I can’thelp but to chuckle.

“Tacos and margaritas?”

This doesn’t seem like the place to serve tacosand margaritas. Quite the opposite, actually. Lamb roast and fancy wine are more up to par here.

“I told you before that it doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

My heart swells at the memory of our conversation. It seems so long ago that we were discussing our perfect first date and how I wished the traditional first date could be combined with the comfort of tacos and margaritas.

We take a few bites, moaning as the exotic flavors wash over our taste buds.

He takes several sips of his margarita and says, “I never meant for you to get caught up in all of my drama. You didn’t and don’t deserve it, and for that I’m sorry. Truly.”

He’s staring at me with a slight frown on his face. It causes my heart to clench in my chest. I know he didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

“Besides my apartment being burned down, it hasn’t been that bad.”

His eyebrows narrow as the edges of his lips curl up into a small smile. “That bad?”

I smirk. “Well, the longer work hours haven’t been the greatest. Actually, it sucks, but I’ve particularly enjoyed making dinner with you and the late evenings in your bed.”

Not to mention the dozens of orgasms he’s given me over the past couple of weeks.

He growls. “Well, then you will love the last part of this date.”

“What is the last part of the date? Are we going to be in your bed? Or any bed?”

I hoped that’s where the night would end up. After all, I shaved and exfoliated every inch of my body in hopes of Alex touching and tasting me.

“You’ll find out after we eat.”

The gleam of what’s coming shines in his eyes, giving me hope for a happy ending of this date.

We keep conversation light hearted and off of anything relating to work as we eat our tacos and drink our margaritas.

When we are finished, Alex grabs my hand and leads me downstairs and out the back door to the beach.

“How about a nice walk on the beach before we get to the second part of the date?”

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