We file out of the car, Xavier taking Sessilee’s hand, and my stomach immediately sours. I could kick Ben in the balls for this one. I do not want to have dinner with Xavier and his perfect model date. Actually, I’m starting to regret coming here entirely, because Ben seems unsure what to do with me. I got ready an hour before we had to leave since he was watching SportsCenter and I was reading a book. It’s like we’re already an old married couple and we’re not even officially a couple.
Ben wraps his arm around my waist. “Ready?”
I smile at him. “Yep.”
All in all, he’s not really my type of guy, but I can see he’s trying—struggling, but trying.
Xavier stops at the hostess stand, and of course she fawns over the fact Xavier Greene is in the restaurant. She asks for a photo, and Xavier s
