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When I sit down, Dario’s eyes drift over me with a look that tells me he appreciates what he’s seeing.
“You look beautiful.”
I glance at my skirt and pantyhose, glad I didn’t wear jeans, as I say, “Thank you.”
The server comes to pour two glasses of what I assume is champagne before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.
I turn my attention to Dario and catch him staring at me.
Suddenly feeling awkward, I mutter, “Sooo…here we are.”
A sexy grin curves the corner of his mouth. “Here we are.”
“Have you eaten here before?” I ask to make conversation.
He nods as he answers, “My friend is the owner. She’s also one of the best chefs, so prepare yourself for an award-winning meal.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “I hope you don’t mind, but I already placed the order for the signature dish.”
“Oh…I don’t mind.”
God, I hope it isn’t prawns or some kind of shellfish. That shit gives me the creeps.
“What did you do yesterday?” he asks.
“I worked.” I can see he wants to ask what I do for a living, so I add, “I’m a waitress at a diner.”
“Is it one of those that’s open twenty-four-seven?” he asks.
Shit. Friday night, I told him I had to get back to work , which is probably why he’s asking the question.
Hating that I have to lie, I nod.
There’s a pause in the conversation, then Dario says, “Tell me about yourself.”
And just like that, I hit a blank. I can’t come up with something interesting to say, so I ask, “What do you want to know?”
“Do you have siblings? What’s your family dynamic like?”
Letting out a chuckle, I pick up the glass and take a sip of the bubbly liquid that’s the best alcohol I’ve ever tasted.
“Wow. This tastes good.”
“I’m going to assume by the chuckle that you feel uncomfortable talking about your family.”
“Yeah. It’s not my favorite topic.” I take another sip, then say, “I have no idea who my father is and my mother…let’s just say we don’t get along at all.”
My tongue darts out to collect the drops on my lips, then I ask, “What about you?”
Dario inhales deeply, then says, “I lost my parents at a young age.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “Do you have any other family?”
He nods, but not telling me about them, he changes the subject by asking, “Have you always loved dancing?”
I shrug as I think about how to answer him.
“It’s a nice hobby that helps me deal with stress.”
“Just a hobby? Why didn’t you pursue a career as a dancer?”
