His eyes narrowed, and he asked, "Do you remember our conversation from last night?"
Uh-oh. I hesitated before replying, "Which one are you talking about?"
"The one where I mentioned noticing you even before I entered the restaurant. You were there, catching the attention of every man in the room," he said.
I snapped back, "I wasn't attracting every man in the room!"
He insisted, "Babe, you were."
"No, I wasn't," I retorted.
He leaned in closer and said, "Sweet Pea, you were flipping your hair, fidgeting on your stool, and even the way you sucked on straws was enough to excite a man."
This revelation made me feel a mixture of embarrassment and secretly pleased that he noticed all the little things I did. Still, I wasn't about to admit that to him. It was nice to know he liked
