DANTE
I laughed. "Contrary to popular belief, you're my first real relationship. I've had entanglements. Very few. Very selected. Nothing serious."
"That's impossible." She tilted her head, studying me. "You're handsome, rich, and powerful. Women would've been dying to have you."
"Being wanted doesn't mean desiring those who want you." I turned her hand over, tracing her palm. "Until you, I never had feelings for anyone that way. Never wanted to."
The chef returned with our next course. Seared scallops over parsnip puree, garnished with micro herbs and blood orange segments. More wine, this time a white Burgundy that tasted like butter and stone fruit.
The tattoo began itching me a bit under my shirt and I knew better not to scratch it. Damn. It was time to reapply my oilment over it
