Truth or Date(9)
Chirp! Chirp!
I immediately scanned the screen on my cell: Wear the sweats you wore to the office Monday if you want. Whenever you walk into a room, I can’t take my eyes off you.
My heart flipped over in my chest. How had he known what I’d worn to the office Monday morning? I reread his text in case I’d read it wrong. . . .
“That from your friend?” She emphasized the word friend and gave me a knowing look. “If you’re not interested in getting to know Ethan, just say so.”
“Of course I want to get to know Ethan.” Actually, I wanted to reread Chris’s text a third time but not under Kristen’s eagle eye gaze. “As a matter of fact, we’re having a second date tomorrow night.”
She eyed the large scoop of ice cream I’d stuck in my mouth. “But you haven’t invited him to Ellen’s wedding.”
I swallowed the icy bite, then flinched at the vise-like head pain that followed. Brain freeze. Clearly the universe was telling me to stop flirting with Chris and start paying attention to the guy who didn’t fear commitment. Like Kristen said: men don’t change. “I’m going to ask Ethan, okay? What’s with the pressure? Do you have money invested in this or something?”
“You don’t have to bite my head off.” She narrowed her eyes at me, then did the unthinkable. She lifted my spoon—yes, the one full of high-calorie ice cream—and, after a moment’s pause, brought it to her mouth.
“Kristen.” Witnessing this earth shattering display, I could hardly speak. “What is wrong?”
She closed her eyes as if to savor that spoonful of forbidden deliciousness, which I’d never seen her indulge in. “Ellen asked me to remind you about the group mani/pedi appointment during your lunch hour tomorrow. Not for me though. My nails are already done.”
“Tell me.” No way would I let her out of it. “Truth or Dare, Kristen?”
She looked at me point blank. “Dare.”
My forehead crinkled in concern. “Did something happen with Jake?”
Shaking her head, her voice tightened. “I chose Dare.”
“Fine.” Not knowing what went down, I knew the only thing to bring her back up. Hey, it’d worked for me. So I went to the freezer and pulled out another carton of my new boyfriend (don’t judge me, they were on sale) and handed her the pint-sized container. “Reality TV the rest of the evening and you have to eat this entire thing.”
The corners of her mouth turned up. “You’re on.”
We giggled as the next show started and by the time we’d finished off our respective cartons, I figured it was too late to text Chris back. Not that I would’ve asked him what I wanted to know anyway: if he’d been playing around when he sent that text to me or if he’d meant it.
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The next morning, I sat in my quiet office, mindlessly plugging numbers into the general ledger when someone said my name. My head whipped up and I half-expected to see Ethan demanding to know why I hadn’t invited him to the wedding. I’d still been trying to figure out that answer myself.
Instead, Chris stood in the doorway, eying my outfit with a smile. “Decided not to go with the sweats, I see.”
Whenever you walk into a room, I can’t take my eyes off you.
My face heated and I put a hand over my heart. “Chris, didn’t your mom ever tell you not to sneak up on a girl?”
“No, but she did tell me never to kiss on the first date.” He shrugged. “Not that it’s applicable to this situation.”
“Hardly.” His mother’s advice had been a good one. Any woman with eyes would be very amenable to kissing him, first date or not. “What brings you down to the first floor?”
“Dropping off my final expense report.” He walked over by my desk and set a piece of paper in my inbox. “Also, I got your email about my going away lunch tomorrow.”
A wave of sadness came over me at the thought of not seeing Chris anymore, but I forced myself not to show it. “Chocolate cake, as requested. And I hope the menu’s all right with you?”
“Of course.” He sat down in the chair across from my desk. “Why don’t we go to dinner tonight before we meet up with everyone? Just you and me.”
I stared, dumbfounded. “What? Why?”
The corners of his mouth twitched at my unintelligent response to his dinner invitation. “For fun? To make sure my girlfriend has a good meal?”
“Oh.” I let out a relieved breath. For a minute I’d thought Chris had asked me out. For real. “That’s sweet of you, honey, but I’m already booked.”
His nose wrinkled. “You really shouldn’t make plans without checking with me first, dear.”
“Oh, really?” I laughed at the way he managed to keep an innocent face while sounding like a barbarian. “Honey, when did you get so possessive?”
His eyes met mine and his voice lowered. “You can’t blame me for wanting you all to myself.”
Heat sizzled between us and I reveled in it. “Think of how much more you’ll want me by having to wait.”
“You don’t play fair.” He held my gaze a few moments longer, then finally checked his watch and stood up. “I’d better go. Phone conference in a few minutes. We still good for eight o’clock?”
“Yep.” I’d have to cut things short with Ethan, but I wouldn’t leave Chris in a lurch. “And I promise to be on time.”
“Thanks.” He stepped backward toward the door. “I’ll be counting the minutes, dear.”
“Me too, darling.” I watched him leave, then dropped the expense report back to my desk unable to control the huge grin spreading across my face.
I couldn’t wait to play more of our flirtatious game tonight.
CHAPTER SIX
“Gina, you responded to the RSVP saying you were bringing a date to my wedding but Kristen tells me you haven’t asked Ethan.” Ellen managed to sound quite indignant for a girl laying in a massage chair, her eyes closed, as the manicurist painted white tips on her perfectly filed toenails. “Is Ethan in or out? What’s it going to be?”
Tension tightened in my shoulders and I forced my hand to stay still as the manicurist clipped away at hangnail after hangnail. My poor nails had been neglected way too long. “Why is everyone pressuring me about my progress with Ethan?”
“Because you’re our friend and we’re interested in your life?” Ellen’s tone made it sound like a no-brainer.
The big bar in the massage chair rolled up my back, pressing into some knots that I swear had come back since the other day. “Uh-huh.”
“Oh, fine.” Ellen sounded as if she’d been caught. “You know how expensive it is per head and if he’s not coming, I need to know. George’s grandparents keep inviting people even though I’ve turned in the numbers already. They’re driving me insane.”
“Isn’t that what in-laws are for?” I joked.
Rach tilted her head in Ellen’s direction as her manicurist lathered cream on her hands. “In his grandparents’ defense, you did kind of spring this wedding on all of us. I’m surprised they didn’t think you were preggers.”
Ellen’s mouth fell open. “If they did, they didn’t ask. Unlike some people.”
A burst of laughter escaped my mouth. “You didn’t, Rach!”
She shrugged. “Like you didn’t wonder the same thing before I told you she wasn’t.”
Ellen opened her eyes long enough to roll them. “My mom inquired as well, but I’m not going to wait to marry the love of my life just to avoid silly rumors.”
My brows wiggled up and down. “No kids in the near future?”
“It’s stressful enough planning this wedding. I can’t even think that far ahead.” Finally, her lids opened and she turned my way. “So, what’s the verdict on Ethan?”
The pressure in my back mounted. “Like I told Kristen, we’re going to dinner tonight and I’ll ask him then. Don’t give away my date’s seat.”
“Speaking of Kristen, how’s the living sitch?” Rachel’s tone held humor in it. “I figured you would’ve pulled each other’s hair out by now.”
“Not yet.” I grunted as the roller found a painfully tight spot in my upper back, then I adjusted the remote control to concentrate on that area only. “I’m afraid I may have created a monster. You know how anal Kristen is about healthy food, mostly protein shakes? Well, last night I dared her to eat a carton of ice cream.”
“You guys still playing Truth or Dare?” Rach eyed her now French-manicured fingernails and thanked the lady who nodded back to her.
“It’s fun.” Especially playing with Chris, but I shook my head to clear that thought away. “Except I noticed two of my donuts missing this morning. And Kristen always eats oatmeal for breakfast.”
“Sounds like you’re a delectable influence.” Rach’s eyes went wide. “Uh-oh. We might need your size six dress, after all, Gina.”
“Don’t even joke,” Ellen snapped back making us both chuckle. “Speaking of the bridesmaid dress, Kathia finished the adjustments so she wants you to try it on again tonight just to be sure.”