-Jafaar's POV-
That smile, those words…she was entrancing me and did not know it.
I’d heard a few times from women that they liked my accent-that it was different. In fact, I knew that it played a big part in why I was made Boston’s most eligible. The compliments would roll off my back any other time.
Why not this time, though? Her compliment meant far more to me than it should have.
I needed to get it together.
“You haven’t taken a sip of your wine.” she mentioned.
“That’s because I’m ordering a pizza. What do you want on it?”
“ Everything?” she asked. “I don’t know-”
“You like Supreme?” my face turned up.
“You don’t?!” she asked, and then snickered. “I’m not surprised.”
“I’ve never had it, but I’d assume that I do not like it at all-it’s just…too much.”
“I could see that.
