Page 23 of Mostly My Girlfriend
“Roger,” he repeated. “I swear you only date men who have the names of eighty-year-olds.”
“Roger is a fine name. I’m leaving. Now.”
“You mean he’s not picking you up here?”
“We’re meeting at the restaurant.”
“Chivalry is dead.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh really. And you’re going to pick up your date for evening?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I sent a car to pick her up. I never saidIwas chivalrous. And where is this Roger taking you?”
I smiled as I snapped my clutch bag shut after checking to see I had my phone, keys, a lipstick, and a condom. “To the very exclusive, highly rated, almost impossible to get into…Canlis. I can’t wait!”
“It’s not that hard to get into. You know…when you’re me.”
He had a look on his face that worried me. “Ethan do not tell me…”
“Our reservations are for eight. And yours?”
“Eight-fifteen,” I muttered through clenched teeth.
“Perfect,” he said with a too-wide smile. “We can all eat together. It will be fun!”
* * *
Canlis
Julia
“So you’re a model?” Roger asked Alaina, who was sitting adjacent to him at our table for four.
“Lingerie,” she answered. “Not for any of the major distributers yet, but I’ve done some catalog work for Nordstrom. Which is why I can only eat the tiniest of bites for each course.”
I was going to kill Ethan. While I’d worn my best dress, my best shoes, and my best perfume, I naturally didn’t hold a candle to Alaina, the stunning, tall, redheaded lingerie model.
Canlis was a five-star culinary event consisting of a fixed menu served over four courses, each course only two, maybe three, bites max and she was LEAVING MOST OF IT ON HER PLATE!
“Hey, remember when I busted your Nordstrom cherry, Jules?”
I turned my head toward Ethan and tried to kill him with my death glare.
“Ooooh, this sounds like an interesting story,” Alaina said, shimmying her shoulders as she did, so that I could watch Roger’s gaze fall to her swaying breasts. Because as both he and I had concluded, it did not appear that Alaina was wearing a bra this evening. Roger was nearly salivating.
“It’s not really,” I said. “We went shopping together in college. I picked out several shirts and pants for him, creating a new look. And he didn’t know what color my eyes were.”
“Yeah, that’s not so interesting,” Alaina said, frowning. “I thought you two were going to say you had sex in the dressing room or something. Because I mean, like, who hasn’t done that?”
Me. I’d never had dressing room sex. “Nope. No dressing room sex for us. Isn’t that right, Ethan?”
He glared back at me, but my death-ray vision was way better.
“Alaina would you consider modeling other things…like dresses or maybe bathing suits?” Roger asked as he finished off his rabbit.
“I don’t know. Swimsuits are no joke. I mean sometimes you have to go in the water and it’s really cold.”
I tilted my head toward Ethan. “You dated a swimsuit model before, didn’t you?”
