Page 74 of Their Naughty Student
Twenty minutes later, the limo came to a stop.I already knew where we were, and I couldn’t help but smile as I climbed out, accepting Edge’s hand for assistance.
“Did someone tell you this was one of my favorite places?Or are you a mind reader?”
“Just a hunch.”
I peered up at him.“Really?”
“No.”He smirked, and my knees weakened.“It’s open mic night tonight, thought maybe we’d get lucky and hear some decent comedy.”
“In that case…” I gripped his hand as we started toward the door.
“So, you’ve been here before?”he asked as we walked inside.
“I love this place.It’s one of my favorite places in the city.My friends and I come here probably twice a month.”I smiled up at him.“I’ve met the owner.”
Edge glanced down at me.“Have you?”
“Yes.Gretchen…” I couldn’t remember her last name.
“Not best friends, then?”he teased.
I grinned.“No.But I have met her, I swear.”
“Gretchen Reilley,” Edge provided.
I frowned.“You know her?”
His knowing smirk said he did.“She’s my sister.”
“Your…” Well, hell.I would’ve never put two and two together, although looking at him now, I could see a family resemblance.They both had the same aquamarine eyes and pointed eyebrows.
“Why don’t you grab a table while I get us drinks?”he suggested.
I nodded.“Sure.”
I found a small table that was relatively secluded while Edge went up to the bar.I watched him interact with the bartender.Although he seemed more comfortable tonight, there was still a lot of tension in his shoulders.But he was smiling, so I took that as a good sign.
When he joined me, he was carrying two glasses of wine, one red, one white.
“I ordered some finger foods.Hope that’s all right.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He motioned toward the glasses.“Your choice.”
Figuring he was more of a red drinker, I selected the white.He took his seat, moving it around so that we were on the same side, close enough to touch.
“How was your weekend?”he asked.
I sipped my wine.“Not nearly as good as the week’s starting out to be.”
Edge grinned, then leaned over and pressed his lips to mine.The sweet gesture caught me off guard, had my breath stilling in my chest.
“How wasyourweekend?”I asked, tossing the conversational ball back to him.“Do anything exciting?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Do tell.”
