Third Chances (Men Of Manhattan #2) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,13

those even count as shorts?" Kristen asked. "I have the weirdest urge to bite him."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the menu. Everything sounded delicious. "Why are there no prices?"

"Everything's included with the price of the resort."

"Really?" All the menu items just got even more delicious looking now that I knew they were free.

"He was totally talking about how big his penis was, right?" Layla asked.

"It sure seemed like it," Kristen said.

Yum, Chicken Oscar! I tapped my foot as I waited for Pablo to return. I was so hungry I could literally eat anything.

"I'm definitely getting a rib-eye," Alina said and closed her menu. "Don't look now, but the guys at the bar are totally checking us out."

I turned around to look.

"I said don't look. They'll see you!"

But it was too late. I had already made awkward eye contact with one of them. I immediately turned back around when he smiled at me.

"Here's the drinks for the beautiful ladies," Pablo said as he walked up with a tray of drinks. He put the four pi帽a colada down on the table.

For some reason his words made me blush. Maybe it had something to do with how I was normally called cute. I could count the times that I had been called beautiful on one hand.

"And the big, spicy shrimp skewers." He put down the two plates of appetizers. "Are you ready to order?"

"Yes," I said immediately. "I'll have the Chicken Oscar. But could I have the sauce on the side in a separate cup?"

"Absolutely." He jotted it down on his notepad. "It comes with asparagus and..."

"Is the asparagus steamed?"

"No, grilled."

I scrunched up my face. "Could I substitute the sides?"

"Of course."

"How is the broccoli cooked?"

"It's grilled as well."

"Do you have any steamed vegetables?"

"We have a saut茅ed vegetable medley with zucchini. But nothing steamed."

"Okay, I'll take the saut茅ed vegetables."

"Great. It also comes with mashed potatoes."

"Are there skins in the mashed potatoes?"

"I'd have to ask the chef."

"That won't be necessary. I'll just take a baked potato with sour cream. No butter or chives or cheese, or anything like that. Just sour cream."

He nodded his head as he wrote down my order.

"I'm sorry about my annoying friend," Kristen said. "I'll take the tilapia with wild rice."

I drowned out the rest of their orders and lifted up one of the shrimp skewers. If Pablo had been referring to the size of his penis when talking about this, then he was very well endowed. I put the first shrimp in my mouth and almost melted into my seat. I was pretty sure it was the best thing I had ever put in my mouth.

After Pablo took everyone's orders he excused himself with a smile.

"I forgot how embarrassing you are to eat out with," Kristen said.

"What? I just know what I like," I said with a mouthful of shrimp.

"Mhm."

"Those two guys are coming over here," Layla said and nodded behind me and Kristen.

I tried to finish chewing all the shrimp in my mouth.

"Hey, ladies," the first guy said as he leaned against the side of our booth. "I was telling my friend all day that he should save his card for someone special. It looks like we made the right call."

"And what does your card say?" Kristen asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Absolutely." She seductively took a sip of her pi帽a colada.

The man pulled his card out of his pocket and put it on the table, sliding it toward her.

She covered it up with her hand before looking down at it. "Actually, it's my friend's bachelorette party. I feel like she should get the first card." She slid it over to Alina.

The guy stared down at Alina's breasts and shrugged. "Fine by me."

Alina frowned as she looked down at the card. "Wait, seriously? I'm not doing that."

The card was too far away for me to see what it said.

"Kristen," Alina said. "Please don't make me do this."

"What how bad could it be?" Kristen picked it up and laughed. "Wow. Okay, what does your card say?" she asked the guy's friend.

"Dance with me." He smiled.

"Alina will do that one."

"Thank you." Alina looked relieved and immediately took the man's hand. I had never seen her look so happy to be escorted to the dance floor by a stranger.

"So," the first guy said and put his hand down on the table. "Does that mean you'll do my card?"

"Fine. But I'm going to ask the front desk about counterfeit cards after this." She pulled down the straps of her dress,