Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
But why would this gorgeous woman date him? I watch her discreetly from across the restaurant. She looks relieved, and yet also agitated at once, chewing on her plush pink pout. I imagine she probably feels pretty lousy right about now, even if she was ditched by my son.
I decide to take advantage of the opportunity and stand, getting ready to make my way across the room to introduce myself. It is my fault Brian took off after all. I begin wracking my brain for the right opening line.
Finally, I’m at her table and smile into those chocolate brown eyes. She’s even more gorgeous up close, with ivory skin, long lashes, and an enticing hollow between her full breasts.
“I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view. Do you mind if I sit down and enjoy it with you?”
She blushes. Am I talking about her, or the view out the window? The girl is nervous but then she nods.
“Yes, of course. Please help yourself,” she speaks in a melodious tone. Shivers go down my spine, and I imagine her saying my name as she cries out with pleasure.
I lift my brow at her.
“Did your boyfriend have an emergency he needed to tend to?”
I’m happy to see that she laughs genuinely at this. The sound is beautiful enough to instill joy in the most desperately depressed of persons.
“Oh no, Brian isn’t my boyfriend. We were just out on a casual get-together. In all honesty, I am not attracted to him at all. He’s just … well, I don’t want to complain, but he’s my boss and you know how that goes sometimes. You can’t say no.”
Oh shit. I’m alarmed at the fact that my son has practically bullied this young woman into dating him. And here I was ashamed at his behavior when he ran off. Clearly, running off is the least of it. Damn, my son is such a piece of shit. He’s heading down so many wrong paths, and fast.
But this isn’t the time to dwell on Brian.
“Hmm. I don’t know what his problem is, but I know it would take a whole lot to scare me away from a woman like you. You are a very beautiful woman… ah, I’m so sorry. I haven’t even asked you for your name yet.”
She blushes at this, and a shy smile illuminates her face as she responds.
“I’m Megan, and you’re very kind. I don’t get many compliments like that from men in New York City.”
How is this girl not getting courted day in and day out? She’s stunning, humble, and absolutely ravishing in that tiny cocktail dress with her lush assets. I’m amazed, although I don’t want to come off as too strong and scare her off either. Megan seems to be quite modest, which is attractive.
“John Miller. Nice to meet you, Megan.”
I order us a new bottle of wine as we chat and get to know each other a bit more. Conversation flows naturally between us, even more so than I’d expected. After all, she’s literally young enough to be my daughter, and in fact, she was on a date with my son not twenty minutes ago. But I’m here now, and Brian’s in the past.
Megan shares that she grew up in rural New Jersey. Her family owns on a ten-acre plot of land and living in sync with nature is a value her parents instilled in her as she was growing up. They had summer gardens for produce and goats for making milk and cheese. She tells me about playing in the river behind the house and how she would try to catch tadpoles in her hand. She even tells me about the time she decided to take a nap in a poison oak patch along the water. I laugh a bit, and mention that I did something like that too when I was young. She giggles, and the connection between us is electric.
Then, Megan shares fond memories of the time she spent with her parents, Robert and Maggie. She jokes that her favorite part about going home for the holidays is her mom’s famous home cooked mostaccioli. It’s partly the wine talking, but I can feel her heart yearn for home as she talks about how much she misses her parents. Good. I like a woman who has strong family ties.
Megan looks at me and smiles a bit. Her features are almost glowing in the candlelight, and I catch my breath at her beauty, unable to inhale for a moment.
“They’re so proud of me. They brag about me to the whole neighborhood, telling everyone that their little girl lives in the big city and makes the fancy billboards that light up Times Square at night. They only wish we could get together more often.”
I make a mental note of that fact. Close family ties. A huge plus. At that moment, the waitress comes over.