To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,66
even remember my name?” I gave him a look and shook my head. “Wow, you really did just come to get laid.”
“Do you remember my name?”
“Yes, Mr. Piers—I mean Jackson …” I blushed at my mistake.
He didn’t bother hiding a smile. “And my first name, do you know it?”
“Do you remember mine?” I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “I’ll have a glass of pinot noir, please.” I gave the waiter a big smile. “A large glass, please.”
“So you’re still willing to drink with me? Even though I’m old?” He laughed at my small nod and then looked at the waiter. “I’ll have another whiskey.” He paused and tapped his fingers against the table. “I’ll speak to you about the diamonds later,” he added, giving the waiter a look.
The waiter nodded. “Yes, sir, of course.” He bowed slightly and then moved silently away from the table.
What diamonds my date had been talking about? Surely he wasn’t going to give me a diamond ring or necklace? On a first date? I tried to control my excitement. I’d never been on a date with a super-rich guy before—maybe this is what they did on first dates? Or maybe I’d ruined my gift by being so rude?
“It’s been a long week.” I sat back and sighed at the loss of the gift I hadn’t even been expecting. “I hope you don’t think I’m rude.”
“No, I don’t find you rude. Intriguing, honest, and curious, yes. Rude, no.” He sat back as well and studied my face. “So tell me why this week has been so long?”
“So, how much did Charlotte tell you?”
“Charlotte?”
“Max’s girlfriend and my best friend.” I paused and squinted at him. “You’ve met her, right?”
“No, I can honestly say that I haven’t.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I’m going to kill her. She made it seem like she set this date up after she met you. I guess she must have begged Max to find me a date, like I’m some sort of loser.”
“You don’t strike me as a loser.”
“Thanks.” I grinned at him. “I’m going to tell you something. You’re kinda cute, you know that?”
“Thank you.” He smiled back. “You’re kinda cute, too.”
“Just cute?” I found myself flirting with him and when he grinned at me, my heart fluttered slightly. I stared at the top of his crisp white shirt and wondered what he would do if I started to undo his red tie.
“Are you fishing for a compliment?” He took another sip of his whiskey. “Surely you wouldn’t be flirting with an old man?”
“I never said you were an old man,” I said, my face burning. “I just said you were older than anyone I would choose to go on a date with, you know. Like, if we were on a dating app, you wouldn’t be in my age range. ” I bit down on my lower lip, knowing that I hadn’t made the situation any better. “I mean you’re cute and all, but I’m just not ...” My voice trailed off as his grin grew wider and wider. I was making a real fool of myself.
“So do you want to tell me why you chose to go on a blind date when you so obviously didn’t want to?”
“It’s not that I didn’t want to.” I hesitated, not wanting to offend the man sitting across from me more than I already had. “It’s just that it’s hard to make the right match. And I know that Charlotte means well, but we all can’t meet and fall in love with a billionaire.” I gave him an awkward smile, hoping that my words wouldn’t stop him from paying for my wine and a juicy steak dinner.
The waiter approached the table with our drinks and laid them down in front of us, slipping away before I even had the chance to say thank you.
“I’m guessing you’ve had some bad dating experiences?” He took another sip from his glass and smirked. “Obviously, you’re dating younger men?”
“Well, maybe.” I stared again at his long, smooth fingers. I could tell that he was a man who took care of himself. I grabbed my wine glass and took a quick sip, enjoying the smoothness of the liquid as it glided down my throat.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
My eyes flew back up to his face as I nearly spat out my wine. “Sorry, what?”
“I figured I could ask you anything, seeing as you’ve already dismissed me as a potential date, am I right?” He put his glass down