Page 20 of The Prince and the Double Shot
“So, you have mountains?” He raised his eyebrows, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the quizzical look he gave me. “It reminds me of a small mountain town in my own country.”
“Ah… You come from a place with mountains.” I grinned sheepishly.
“Do you know how many mountain ranges are in Europe?”
“I… yes, of course.” I caught my breath as he pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and he helped push it in. “Such a gentleman.”
“I know you’re used to people doing everything for you,” he smirked. God, he had pretty lips. “I’m good at being of service.”
“No comment.”
He walked around and sat across from me—a small candle in a silvery glass container burned between us.
“I’ve decided on how this is going to go since you never answered the question from earlier.”
“There was a question?”
“If you can’t keep up, I’m not sure how this is going to work.”
“Now we have to work. Ok, I’m listening.”
“I think we have to address the elephant in the room, don’t you?”
I stiffened. “Which one?”
“There are several, but I think I’ll go with the ginger one, if you don’t mind.”
“And if I do?” I looked out the window. I wasn’t sure that I could talk about him. Not now. Not looking at his doppleganger.
“We’ll see. Look, I… I don’t really… I don’t get intrigued by someone very often. You interest me, and I have no idea why.”
“Are you saying it’s not my good looks?”
“Oh, that is something that you can’t help but notice. I’m alive. I’m gay and you’re a hot daddy.”
“Go on. Wait, daddy?”
“Yeah. You’re a little older than me, I think. So that makes you a hot daddy, and usually that’s where you boost my confidence by telling me that I’m hotter.”
“Why state facts we both know?”
“So, you’re just here because of the muscles?”
“I like muscles, but…” He was making my head spin.
“Whose Petra?”
I swallowed and sat back in my chair. I glanced down. “Oh, that’s thegingerelephant.”
“You called me Petra, and I’m assuming that’s who I remind you of.”
“It’s uncanny – the resemblance, actually. It really… It confused me and made me feel…”
“It made you feel.” He breathed deeply, and I could feel his exhale on my arm.
“Uh… Yes. I… Can we order a drink first?” Could I do this? Should I?
“Sure.” He scooted his chair out and stood up. “Trust me?”
