Page 6 of Grade A Girl
She scrunches her brows together, but her eyes light up. “How about you order something, and maybe we can discuss my number,” she flirts. Not exactly the answer I was looking for, but I haven’t lost my touch.
Damn. I like her. I dig through my wallet and hand her a business card. “Jaxson Whittier, head chef atEntice.” She examines the card, running her tiny finger over the bold black lettering of my name.
She looks up at me again. “How can I help you, Jaxson?”
“I heard from a buddy of mine you had some of the best cuts in town, so I thought I’d pop in and have a look.”
Charlie comes out from around the counter, and she’s even smaller than I thought. She stands mid-chest to me and I want to wrap her in my arms.
She’s not Blair, remember that.
She tells me about the shop and the different kinds of cuts and meats she carries. She’s animated, and when another guy walks through the door, she greets him without missing a beat.
Charlie finally takes a breath. “I can give you some information about the store to take with you if you’d like.”
“You know, a woman who likes what she does is extremely attractive. How about your number?” She cocks her eyebrow and crosses her arms over her perfect chest, pressing her breasts together. I’m not even sure she realizes how much it’s turning me on. I lick my lips and bite my lower lip, stifling my chuckle.
“You aren’t used to women telling you no, are you?”
I offer her the biggest smile, showing off my set of white teeth. “Nope. So, how about it?”
Charlie stays silent for a minute, weighing her options. “If I agree and give you my phone number, what are you planning on doing with it?” Her cheeks take on a rosy hue, and it’s so damn cute. I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her, make her giggle so I can see more of it.
“Ask you to dinner,” I reply without missing a beat.
“What makes you think I don’t have a boyfriend?”
My hands tighten into fists at my sides.If she has a boyfriend, I think I’ll die.I won’t be able to stand knowing she’s this close and I can’t do anything about it. I take a step closer. She takes one back, hitting the wall behind her. I stop, sensing she’s uncomfortable with the proximity, and back off slightly.
“Do you have a boyfriend, Charlie?”
She scrunches her eyebrows, and her mouth parts open in confusion. “I haven’t told you my name yet.” I see the flutter of her pulse in her throat and look back into her brown eyes. She’s not scared, maybe a bit turned on though.
The bell above the door rings and I step away. I need to control myself. I watch her glance down. No way she’s missing the hard-on I’m rocking. She looks over my shoulder and greets the person, telling them she’ll be with them in a second, then holds her phone out for me.
“Put your number in my phone, and I might call.”
She didn’t think that one through. I type in my number and send myself a text. “Now, I’ve got yours. Pick you up on Friday?”
She shakes her head no, but smiles.I’ll wear you down in time.