words.
“I’m not being blind,” I insist.
Kenley takes a sip of her wine. “I disagree.”
“Kenley!”
“Lexi!”
My phone buzzes. My heart jumps, and Kenley leans forward excitedly. I glance down and see it’s CiCi.
“Sorry, it’s your mother.” I pick up the phone to read her message aloud to Kenley. “‘Apparently this Greek One is shy. Or has no life. I have only found pictures of him in trade magazines for TV people announcing his hiring to produce the Demons.’”
I cock an eyebrow at Kenley, who looks embarrassed.
“Glad to have CiCi on the case,” I tease.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Kenley says, shaking her head. “She was over at Amanda’s when I texted her.”
I laugh. “I don’t mind, you know I love CiCi.”
My phone buzzes again. “Oh, wait, she must have found his wife or something.”
But the text isn’t from CiCi.
It’s from Niko.
He’s on his way up to meet me for a drink.
And while I know he sees me as a coworker, a part of me wonders if Kenley is right. Could I have an opportunity to get to know him better tonight and possibly change his mind about that?
Optimism fills me. Maybe one drink can change things.
And I’ll find out if that is the case in a matter of minutes.
Chapter 9
The One Online Dating Service Profile Question: How much do you like to reveal on a first date? Should the questioning be flirty? Deep and meaningful to see if there could be a potential future? Simple, because it’s only a first date?
My write-in answer: It’s not even a date, but all I want to be is myself when I get to talk to him. That’s what I want from Niko, too. And my gut is telling me the real Niko is someone I could really fall for . . .
I nervously wait for Niko to make it up to the Demons Club. I keep glancing at the door, to see if I see him making the way through the crowd, searching for me.
“I’ll leave right after he gets here,” Kenley says, interrupting my thoughts.
I whip my head toward her. “What? No! That’s too obvious! You have to at least stay for fifteen minutes.”
Kenley rolls her eyes. “Um, I’m sorry, he didn’t want to have drinks with me tonight. He wants to have a drink with you, sexy lady.”
Now I know my face is blood red. I’m quite sure it matches my hair.
“Stop.”
“You look amazing,” Kenley declares. “That sweater hugs you in all the right places.”
“I’m still dressed for a hockey game.”
“Um, yes, maybe because you’re at one?”
I’m about to respond when I glance toward the door again.
And this time, Niko is there.
He’s got the gray suit jacket on now, which fits his frame perfectly. The white shirt appears even brighter in the lights of the bar, and it’s still opened a few buttons at the neck. Niko is standing at the doorway, absently stroking his fingers across his five o’clock shadow as he scans the crowd.
Looking for me.
Finally his eyes lock with mine. A smile lights up his face, and I feel myself beaming in return.
Niko moves through the crowd, headed straight to our table.
“He’s here,” I say, briefly shifting my attention to Kenley. “Really hot guy with dark hair in the suit.”
Kenley swivels toward the door.
“Oh wow,” Kenley says, facing me. “He’s seriously hot. ”
“I told you he was.” I glance back at him, and Niko is almost to our table now.
“I feel like I want to throw up,” I blurt out, as excitement and anxiety take turns doing battle in my stomach.
“Don’t throw up. That would gross him out,” Kenley quips.
“Shut up.”
“You love me.”
Just then Niko comes up to our table, flashing me another smile, one that reveals the dimple in his cheek.
“Hey, Lexi,” he says, grinning. “Thanks for waiting on me. It took a while to get out of the truck.”
“No problem.” I’m thankful that at least my voice sounds calm and unaffected, unlike the rest of me. “Niko, this is my roommate, Kenley Hunter. Kenley, this is Niko, the new
“I’m not being blind,” I insist.
Kenley takes a sip of her wine. “I disagree.”
“Kenley!”
“Lexi!”
My phone buzzes. My heart jumps, and Kenley leans forward excitedly. I glance down and see it’s CiCi.
“Sorry, it’s your mother.” I pick up the phone to read her message aloud to Kenley. “‘Apparently this Greek One is shy. Or has no life. I have only found pictures of him in trade magazines for TV people announcing his hiring to produce the Demons.’”
I cock an eyebrow at Kenley, who looks embarrassed.
“Glad to have CiCi on the case,” I tease.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Kenley says, shaking her head. “She was over at Amanda’s when I texted her.”
I laugh. “I don’t mind, you know I love CiCi.”
My phone buzzes again. “Oh, wait, she must have found his wife or something.”
But the text isn’t from CiCi.
It’s from Niko.
He’s on his way up to meet me for a drink.
And while I know he sees me as a coworker, a part of me wonders if Kenley is right. Could I have an opportunity to get to know him better tonight and possibly change his mind about that?
Optimism fills me. Maybe one drink can change things.
And I’ll find out if that is the case in a matter of minutes.
Chapter 9
The One Online Dating Service Profile Question: How much do you like to reveal on a first date? Should the questioning be flirty? Deep and meaningful to see if there could be a potential future? Simple, because it’s only a first date?
My write-in answer: It’s not even a date, but all I want to be is myself when I get to talk to him. That’s what I want from Niko, too. And my gut is telling me the real Niko is someone I could really fall for . . .
I nervously wait for Niko to make it up to the Demons Club. I keep glancing at the door, to see if I see him making the way through the crowd, searching for me.
“I’ll leave right after he gets here,” Kenley says, interrupting my thoughts.
I whip my head toward her. “What? No! That’s too obvious! You have to at least stay for fifteen minutes.”
Kenley rolls her eyes. “Um, I’m sorry, he didn’t want to have drinks with me tonight. He wants to have a drink with you, sexy lady.”
Now I know my face is blood red. I’m quite sure it matches my hair.
“Stop.”
“You look amazing,” Kenley declares. “That sweater hugs you in all the right places.”
“I’m still dressed for a hockey game.”
“Um, yes, maybe because you’re at one?”
I’m about to respond when I glance toward the door again.
And this time, Niko is there.
He’s got the gray suit jacket on now, which fits his frame perfectly. The white shirt appears even brighter in the lights of the bar, and it’s still opened a few buttons at the neck. Niko is standing at the doorway, absently stroking his fingers across his five o’clock shadow as he scans the crowd.
Looking for me.
Finally his eyes lock with mine. A smile lights up his face, and I feel myself beaming in return.
Niko moves through the crowd, headed straight to our table.
“He’s here,” I say, briefly shifting my attention to Kenley. “Really hot guy with dark hair in the suit.”
Kenley swivels toward the door.
“Oh wow,” Kenley says, facing me. “He’s seriously hot. ”
“I told you he was.” I glance back at him, and Niko is almost to our table now.
“I feel like I want to throw up,” I blurt out, as excitement and anxiety take turns doing battle in my stomach.
“Don’t throw up. That would gross him out,” Kenley quips.
“Shut up.”
“You love me.”
Just then Niko comes up to our table, flashing me another smile, one that reveals the dimple in his cheek.
“Hey, Lexi,” he says, grinning. “Thanks for waiting on me. It took a while to get out of the truck.”
“No problem.” I’m thankful that at least my voice sounds calm and unaffected, unlike the rest of me. “Niko, this is my roommate, Kenley Hunter. Kenley, this is Niko, the new
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