“Good. And I’m getting dessert.”
We walk back to the café. She’s still got some steam to release, and she walks faster, putting her a few steps ahead of me. I can’t help but glance at her ass in that tight skirt. I remember the feel of it…
Chill, Roger.
I step over the short fence next to the table. Then I turn back and lift Natalie up and over it, placing her back down on the café side.
There’s a look of admiration in her eyes. That sexual energy from last night sparks between us again…
Buddy ruins it, of course. “Is this the lovely –”
“Scram, Buddy,” I say before he can finish the sentence and make things awkward.
He blinks at me. “My lunch isn’t even here yet.”
“Get it to go.”
He gets the hint, tosses back the rest of his drink, muttering something about talking to me later and leaves.
“Please,” I say to Natalie, pulling out the chair Buddy just vacated. She slips into it. I settle down across from her.
It doesn’t take a sixth sense to feel the eyes upon us. I can imagine the phone calls and text messages going out after folks leave the café.
OMG, just saw Roger Zane and a girl.
You’ll never guess who’s here with his ‘cover girl’.
I concentrate instead on the fact that Fate seems to have taken a hand when it comes to me and Natalie; meeting her by chance at the wine store; meeting her by chance here on the sidewalk.
I settle in and decide to enjoy wherever Fate – and this lunch –takes us.