standing outside the restaurant, waiting for me. I walked toward her, putting one hand on her waist and dropping a kiss on her cheek. “You look stunning,” I told her.
The dress she was wearing hugged every curve. It gave her an hourglass figure, a la Marilyn Monroe. I liked it. If only we weren’t having dinner with her father. My imagination was running wild. There was so much I could say to her that would get her juices flowing and get her into that bathroom stall with me pounding deep inside her.
“Thank you.”
“You are meeting me outside,” I commented. “Does that mean your dad isn’t here yet?”
“No, he’s here. He’s always early.”
I grimaced. “And I’m always late.”
“You’re not late tonight. At least, not that late.”
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“It’s fine.”
She didn’t move to go into the restaurant. I could sense her discomfort. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, of course. Great.”
I touched her cheek, being careful not to press too hard and ruin the makeup she had so carefully applied. I liked the look on her. It was very dramatic. “If everything is great, why are you out here and your dad is in there?”
She sighed and looked down at her feet. “Because I felt like I should warn you.”
“Warn me about what?”
“My dad. He can be, uh, off-putting sometimes. He really is a good guy, and he has a beautiful heart and soul, but he can make it difficult for people to see it.”
I smiled. “Evie, I have dealt with men like him my entire life. I know how to fly under the radar and avoid saying things that will piss them off. I’ve told you my dad wasn’t the easiest to get along with. I survived him. I can survive your father.”
“You’re right. I’m making a big deal out of nothing.”
“If you are that worried about the two of us meeting, I can make up an excuse and bow out. I don’t want you uncomfortable. I agreed to come because I thought you wanted me to. If you would rather we not do this, I’m cool with it.”
She softly laughed. “I’m sure you are. No one wants to meet the parents.”
“But this isn’t that,” I reminded her. “We’re not doing an official meet the parents. This is me meeting your dad in a very casual way.”
She nodded. “You’re right.”
“Should we go in or do you need a minute?” I questioned.
“I’m good. Thank you for asking. Just remember, he is all bark and no bite.”
“Is he going to dislike me on principle?”
She gave me a look that said that was exactly it. She was so friendly and open, I couldn’t imagine her coming from a man that was the total opposite. “Maybe. He dislikes most people when he first meets them. It isn’t anything personal. It’s just the kind of man he is.”
“I’m going to be fine,” I assured her. “If he doesn’t like me, I will survive. I’m not going to get too hung up on another person’s opinion of me. I learned how to ignore that shit a long time ago.”
“I wish I was as thick-skinned as you,” she said. “I try and tell myself I don’t care what people think about me, but I do.”
“You are perfect the way you are.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “Thank you. Let’s do this.”
I opened the door for her and let her pass in front of me, taking a minute to appreciate the fine ass that was hugged and lifted in the dress. I looked away. I wasn’t sure where her father was sitting. I didn’t want him to see me checking out his daughter’s ass the first time he met me. I wasn’t sure what she’d told him about us, but I didn’t want to do anything that would embarrass her or make her uncomfortable. We were friends that had never seen each other naked as far as I was concerned.
Evie wound around a few tables. I could see the top of a man’s head with a menu shielding his face and assumed that was where we were headed. There was a slight hint of nerves in my belly as I stopped in front of the table.
“Dad,” Evie said.
The man lowered his menu and looked up at his daughter. Nerves turned to anger as I stared at Dr. Fucking Marsh. “You are fucking kidding me,” I mumbled under my breath.
Evie scowled at me. “Xander, this is my father, Dr. Philip Marsh. Dad, please meet Xander Holland.”