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“God, I could never do that. I’ve seen the pressure the ballerinas are under. That shit’s not for me. I’ve only danced in front of two people. My neighbor…and you.”
A frown instantly forms on his forehead. “Your neighbor?”
A soft smile spreads over my face. “Tyrone. He’s like a father to me.”
Memories of the past pop into my head, drawing a happy chuckle from me.
“When I was younger, I used to put on little shows for him, and he would cheer and clap as if it was the best performance he’s ever seen.”
The door opens, and the conversation is paused while the server brings in our food.
So far, the date is going better than I expected. Hopefully, I don’t screw things up because I’m enjoying it.
Chapter 12
Dario
When the server leaves the room again, I say, “It’s spicy Korean brisket.” There’s a relieved expression on Eden’s face that has me asking, “Were you worried it would be something else?”
“Yeah, I don’t eat shellfish. They’re like the roaches of the ocean.”
I’ve interacted with hundreds of women, and none of them are as straightforward as Eden. It’s like she doesn’t care about what she says or who’s there to hear it. It’s refreshing.
When I pick up my chopsticks and spoon, Eden watches me take a bite before she grabs her fork and says, “I’ve never eaten with those things, and I’m not about to start.”
Wanting her to feel comfortable, I swap my chopsticks for a fork, earning a smile from her.
Resuming the conversation, I say, “Tell me more about Tyrone.”
“Oh, I’ve known him since forever. We look out for each other.”
“I’m glad you have someone who cares about you,” I mention. Wanting to know more about her, I ask, “Do you live close to the ballet company?”
Her features tense as she shakes her head, then she exhales a sigh and says, “I live on the other side of the city.”
Feeling like she’s hiding something from me, I murmur, “We’ve had sex, Tesoro. I think it’s safe for you to tell me where you live.”
A frown line forms between her eyes. “Is that Italian?” When I nod, she asks, “What does it mean?”
“The direct translation is treasure, but it can also be used for sweetheart.”
“Oh.”
She takes hold of her glass and twirls it on the white tablecloth, giving me the impression she’s feeling awkward again.
Her eyes flick to mine before focusing on the bubbles in her champagne.
“Which one do you mean when you say it?”
I wait until her eyes flick to mine again, then answer, “Both.”
I watch as she takes two sips of the expensive drink. She clears her throat, and picking up her fork, she focuses too much attention on her meal.
Suddenly, she pins me with a serious expression. “Why did you ask me on a date?”
“Why not?”
She drops the fork in the bowl, and straightening her spine, it looks like she’s getting ready for a fight.
