Island Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (The Kisses Series Book 9) by Krista Lakes Page B
Authors: Krista Lakes
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awkward, but I couldn’t help it. He was just so different than the other men. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
How am I supposed to deal with a date that’s gone well? And why is it so horrifying to me? I wondered. I should be able to handle this!
Gabe ordered us a tiramisu to share, which we took turns eating as we conversed.
“So have you met a lot of good people on Kindling Dating?” he asked, taking a bite of dessert.
I nearly spit out my mouthful in response. Maybe he did know who I was and this was an elaborate joke.
“This is actually my first date using Kindling,” I replied cautiously.
His eyes widened at my response. “Really? You seem really good at first dates for this to be your first one.”
“Oh, it's just my first time with Kindling,” I said. “I've used other dating sites.”
“How's this one stacking up compared to those?” he asked. I wasn't sure, but he seemed nervous about my answer. It was actually kind of adorable.
Play it cool, Harper. Play it cool, I thought. This date was a thousand times better, maybe even a million times better than my usual ones. I was actually attracted to this guy and the conversation was so smooth and easy. If I wasn't in the business of bad dates, I would give Kindling Dating an A+ at this point.
I couldn't actually say any of that, though.
“Yeah, this date seems to be going pretty well,” I responded, trying to act nonchalant about it. I was pretty sure he could see right through me.
“Good,” he said, another one of his amazing smiles crossing his face. “I’m glad. And I agree. It’s going pretty well. I’ve been having a lot of fun getting to know you. A lot of fun.”
I hung onto his words like they were the greatest thing ever said. His voice was deep and sexy. He oozed a relaxed confidence that made me squirm in my seat. I felt like it wouldn’t have taken much for him to get me out of my dress.
The waiter approached and asked, “Can I get you two anything else this evening?”
“I’m stuffed,” I responded, as I patted my belly. It wasn't really true, but there was no way I was ordering more. Not when I knew how much my asparagus had cost.
“I think we’re good,” Gabe told the waiter.
I watched as the bill was pulled out from behind the waiter’s back. It was like slow motion as he set it on the table in front of us.
Who’s going to pick it up? I pray that he doesn’t stick me with the whole thing.
“Should we split it?” I asked, without any hesitation. It was why I had ordered the cheapest thing I could find on the menu.
Gabe looked at me like I was crazy as he reached forward and grabbed the bill, pulling it toward his side of the table.
“That’s a very nice offer, but I’ll get it,” he said, reaching for his wallet.
Okay, now I know for sure that this guy isn’t real, I thought. Charming, sweet, and pays for dinner? What kind of weird date was I on?
“Are you positive? I can pay for my half,” I said. I meant it. Mostly.
“No way,” Gabe responded. “This was my choice of restaurant and our first date. There’s not a chance I’m letting you pay for this. It’s my treat.”
Both my mind and my pocketbook felt deep relief from his words. Gabe paid for the bill with cash and then scooted his chair back.
“Well, would you like to get out of here?” he asked. “I did promise a walk.”
“Sure,” I said.
Normally, this would have been the time when I’d have jumped in my car and driven home immediately to write the latest blog post. But I had nothing to write about. This date had gone exceptionally well. Too well, to be honest. I had no idea what I would write about this one.
Deep breaths, Harper. Just don’t trip over these heels or scratch your ass through this dress and you’ll be fine. Just relax and smile and keep flirting. This evening could get interesting if you let it.
7
I stood up from the table and followed Gabe out of the restaurant.
It had been so long since I'd
How am I supposed to deal with a date that’s gone well? And why is it so horrifying to me? I wondered. I should be able to handle this!
Gabe ordered us a tiramisu to share, which we took turns eating as we conversed.
“So have you met a lot of good people on Kindling Dating?” he asked, taking a bite of dessert.
I nearly spit out my mouthful in response. Maybe he did know who I was and this was an elaborate joke.
“This is actually my first date using Kindling,” I replied cautiously.
His eyes widened at my response. “Really? You seem really good at first dates for this to be your first one.”
“Oh, it's just my first time with Kindling,” I said. “I've used other dating sites.”
“How's this one stacking up compared to those?” he asked. I wasn't sure, but he seemed nervous about my answer. It was actually kind of adorable.
Play it cool, Harper. Play it cool, I thought. This date was a thousand times better, maybe even a million times better than my usual ones. I was actually attracted to this guy and the conversation was so smooth and easy. If I wasn't in the business of bad dates, I would give Kindling Dating an A+ at this point.
I couldn't actually say any of that, though.
“Yeah, this date seems to be going pretty well,” I responded, trying to act nonchalant about it. I was pretty sure he could see right through me.
“Good,” he said, another one of his amazing smiles crossing his face. “I’m glad. And I agree. It’s going pretty well. I’ve been having a lot of fun getting to know you. A lot of fun.”
I hung onto his words like they were the greatest thing ever said. His voice was deep and sexy. He oozed a relaxed confidence that made me squirm in my seat. I felt like it wouldn’t have taken much for him to get me out of my dress.
The waiter approached and asked, “Can I get you two anything else this evening?”
“I’m stuffed,” I responded, as I patted my belly. It wasn't really true, but there was no way I was ordering more. Not when I knew how much my asparagus had cost.
“I think we’re good,” Gabe told the waiter.
I watched as the bill was pulled out from behind the waiter’s back. It was like slow motion as he set it on the table in front of us.
Who’s going to pick it up? I pray that he doesn’t stick me with the whole thing.
“Should we split it?” I asked, without any hesitation. It was why I had ordered the cheapest thing I could find on the menu.
Gabe looked at me like I was crazy as he reached forward and grabbed the bill, pulling it toward his side of the table.
“That’s a very nice offer, but I’ll get it,” he said, reaching for his wallet.
Okay, now I know for sure that this guy isn’t real, I thought. Charming, sweet, and pays for dinner? What kind of weird date was I on?
“Are you positive? I can pay for my half,” I said. I meant it. Mostly.
“No way,” Gabe responded. “This was my choice of restaurant and our first date. There’s not a chance I’m letting you pay for this. It’s my treat.”
Both my mind and my pocketbook felt deep relief from his words. Gabe paid for the bill with cash and then scooted his chair back.
“Well, would you like to get out of here?” he asked. “I did promise a walk.”
“Sure,” I said.
Normally, this would have been the time when I’d have jumped in my car and driven home immediately to write the latest blog post. But I had nothing to write about. This date had gone exceptionally well. Too well, to be honest. I had no idea what I would write about this one.
Deep breaths, Harper. Just don’t trip over these heels or scratch your ass through this dress and you’ll be fine. Just relax and smile and keep flirting. This evening could get interesting if you let it.
7
I stood up from the table and followed Gabe out of the restaurant.
It had been so long since I'd
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