Chapter Two“I'm really sorry I have to leave like this.” Refusing to look into Vincent's excited eyes, I give my apologies to the table.
“No problem, really.” He replies with a stomach-churning grin. “Can I call you sometime? I'd love to do this again if you're up for it.”
I stumble over myself, “I…um…yeah.”
The date has been great so far. After calming myself, I quickly decide that his odd behavior might have been caused by lack of understanding. Against my better judgment, I take the pen he has ready for me. I scribble my number on a cheap napkin and slide it in his direction. Without another word, I turn away. I can feel his eyes piercing my backside like daggers. An uncomfortable chill slides down my spine. I can hear his low, sensual voice over my shoulder. It follows me as I walk
