“Not all of them. Some were nice guys but just didn’t work for me.”
“Didn’t work for you? How so?”
I shrugged. “I just didn’t feel that way about them. You know. Like nothing more than a friend.”
“And do you have any more dates in your forthcoming calendar?”
“My forthcoming calendar?” I let out a ladylike snort. “You go from dirty talk to sounding like a snobby college professor pretty easily.”
“Does that annoy you?”
I thought about my answer for a moment. “I wouldn’t say annoy. More like amuse.”
“I’m amusing?”
“Yes. Yes, you are.”
“Pretty sure I’ve never been called amusing before.”
“I’d bet that’s because most people only see the asshole you show on the outside.”
“That implies that I’m more than just an asshole on the inside.”
Our eyes locked when I responded. “For some reason, I believe that you are. That there is more to you than just an asshole with a sexy exterior.”
“You think I’m sexy.” He grinned, full of himself.
“Of course I do. I mean look at you. You have a mirror. I’m guessing you figured that out all by yourself by now. It must not be difficult to fill up the evenings on your forthcoming calendar.”
“Are you always such a wiseass?”
“Pretty much.”
He shook his head and grumbled something. “Speaking of forthcoming calendars. I would like yours cleared of any more dates. Other than me, of course.”
“We’re halfway through our first date, and you’re telling me, not asking me, to not date other people?”
He straightened in his seat. “You told me you weren’t going to sleep with me. That we were going to date and get to know each other. Does that still stand?”
“It does.”
“Well, if I’m not fucking you, no one else should be either.”
“How romantic.”
“It’s a deal breaker for me.”
“And that would go both ways? You wouldn’t be seeing anyone else either?”
“Of course.”
“Let me think about it.”
His eyebrows jumped in surprise. “You need to think about it?”
“I do. I’ll get back to you on it.” It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the first time that Graham J. Morgan was not getting his way with a woman.
Hours later, my phone buzzed in my bag. It was Delia checking on me since she knew I was out on a first date. I shot off a quick text to let her know I was safe and glanced at the time on my phone. We had been sitting in the restaurant for more than three hours. It wasn’t lost on me that it was the first time I had even thought about my phone.
“Well, you were right about one thing.”
“You’ll have to be more specific. I’m right about most things.”
I shook my head. “And here I was about to give you a compliment, and you go and ruin it with your arrogant self.”
“I believe arrogance is when you have an exaggerated sense of your own abilities. I don’t exaggerate. I would be a realist.”
“Stuck-Up Suit is truly a fitting name for you, isn’t it?”
Ignoring me, he asked, “What was the compliment?”
“When we were texting during my funeral date the other night, you said if I were with you, I wouldn’t care where my cell phone was. Until it buzzed just now, I hadn’t even noticed I never took it out.”
That pleased him. A little while later, Graham paid the bill, and I made a quick stop in the ladies’ room. Freshening up, it struck me that I really didn’t want our date to end. The thought brought on almost a melancholy feeling that surprised me.
Outside of the restaurant, Graham’s black car was already curbside. He must have had it waiting and called the driver when I went to the restroom.
“If you’re not going to come home with me, I insist on at least giving you a ride home to your place.”
“The subway is right around the corner. I’m good.”
He shot me an annoyed glance. “Give a little, Soraya. It’s a ride home, not a ride on my cock. And I think you know by now that I’m not a serial killer.”
“You’re so crass.”
He put his hand on the small of my back and steered me to the waiting open car door. I didn’t put up a fight. Graham was right, I was being stubborn while he had pretty much agreed to anything I demanded. Something told me it was a rare occasion when the man was this flexible.