Slipperless Series (Book #1)(2)

“Not very good at taking compliments, I see.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied, as I continued to avoid his gaze. “I'm just waiting for my friends. I’d like to be left alone, please.”

He scoffed just before he took a sip. “Another lie.”

Not wishing to be toyed with any longer, I thinned my lips and snapped my head in his direction. “There’s plenty of other women here for you to charm. Now, I’ve asked you politely. Please don’t disturb me.”

“Oh,” he replied. “So you find me charming?”

“What?” I said, with a shake of my head. Still looking in his direction, I continued, “No. That’s not what I said.”

“Sure it is. It’s okay, I…”

“No,” I said, correcting him. I felt a frown crease my brow. “I don’t find you charming at all. If you must know, I find you… annoying.”

The man turned his upper body towards me. A smile spread tight across his face, barely restraining his teeth while forming two perfect dimples on either side of his mouth.

“Well, now we’re getting somewhere,” he said with a chuckle. “Pleasure to meet you. My name’s Gabe. And you are…”

I grimaced at his persistence. Short of getting up and walking off, it looked as if this conversation wasn’t ending anytime soon. And until my friends arrived to meet me for dinner, I really had no choice but to hold him at bay.

“Fiona,” I muttered.

“Fiona,” he parroted. His tone had a lyrical pitch to it, almost as if he sung it. When he finished, he slid his hand across the bar in a gesture of greeting until it drew within a few inches of my sweater-covered fingers.

After a subtle nod of his chin, more charm sputtered from his lips.

“Can I see your whole hand, or is that moving too fast?”

I fought like mad against a smile which threatened to betray me. Instead, I bit the inside of my lip and moved my palm toward his. As Gabe took my fingers in his hand he squeezed them a bit for emphasis, causing me to look in his direction. His digits were warm, soothing and masculine. He held me there for a moment until at last, he released his grip. I swallowed and looked away as his gaze lingered on me.

God, where the hell are my friends?

After another second or two he spoke and gestured towards my planner.

“So whatcha got there, Fiona? Looks really… official.”

Official was hardly the word I’d use to describe my planner. My entire life revolved around it and had for at least the last five years of my existence, especially now. Not that someone like him would understand. Everything about Gabe seemed casual, carefree. Just by the look of him, he was the type who glided through life without a worry in the world. Well, not all of us were so lucky. Or free from worry. Anyway, Gabe was about as opposite from me as he could possibly be.

“It’s nothing,” I said with a dismissive tone. “I just use it to stay organized.”

“I see,” he said with a nod. “Impressive. Well done, looks like a lot of organization.”

I shook my head.

Nearly finished with his beer now, Gabe took another pull of the golden fluid. Putting his glass down, he continued, “So what brings you here tonight? Pretty lady like yourself…?”

That’s the second time he’d called me pretty.

I didn’t answer. Rather, I pretended to be looking around the restaurant for my hopelessly late, so-called friends.

“You’re not used to much attention from men are you, Fiona?” he said, leaning in towards me. “All covered up, nose in your planner… a little hostile.”

“I am not hostile!” I snapped. As before, a number of people seated nearby took notice of my outburst. I closed my eyes in a blink of frustration before opening them towards him once more.

“Hey,” Gabe said as he leaned away a bit. “Take it easy. What’s with the attitude?”

“I’m sorry.” I moaned as I crossed my hands together over the top of my planner. “Listen, I’m just here to have dinner with my friends. That’s all. I don’t understand why you won’t leave me alone.”

Gabe ignored me. I might as well have said nothing.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked.

“Um, well I’ve just landed a big interview. They wanted to take me out and celebrate. It’s not something I would normally do, but they insisted.”

“What do you mean? Not something you would normally do?”

“Oh,” I said with a hard swallow. “What I meant to say is I don’t like being the center of attention.”

“Why?”

Why?

Well, let’s see… Um, it’s because I’m the mom of the group? The one everyone comes to for help with their problems. They talk to me about everything that’s wrong, with men most of all. It’s not that I minded so much. I liked helping my friends. But sometimes it would be nice if someone did the same for me.