Chapter Five
Cristian
I didn’t reserve the chef’s table to impress Vanessa. Well…okay, maybe a little bit. As much as I’m pushing the whole idea of a serious relationship with someone to the side, for the time being, I’m not going to drag her to a Hooters and down a few oyster shots to get her in the mood.
We sit at the table eating our salads and I watch as her gaze keeps flickering to the waiter. The f**k? The guy’s okay. Tattoos which I internally roll my eyes at knowing every girl probably loves them. He’s scrawny if you want my opinion. Probably never seen a weight room in his entire life.
I shake my head, sitting back in my chair and bringing the wine glass to my lips.
Now, I’m mentally picking on some guy because I was stupid enough to lay down a wad of cash on a girl I knew wo
