Page 13 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
The server stopped him. “It’s already taken care of.”
Marcus paused, then let out a small breath through his nose. “I know that already.”
He still pulled his wallet out, though. Slid a few bills into the folder and handed it back.
“For the service,” he said.
We stood a few minutes later, and I didn’t look around the room. I didn’t search for him. I didn’t acknowledge the table he was still sitting at. I picked up my purse, stepped away from the booth, and left everything exactly where it was.
Outside, Marcus walked me to my car.
“I’d like to see you again.”
I turned to him.
“You’re a good man,” I said, keeping my tone honest. “But I don’t think we’re a match.”
He held my gaze for a second, then nodded.
“I respect that.”
I got in my car and pulled off.
By the time I got home, I was already taking my heels off at the door.
I didn’t turn the lights on right away. Just walked through the space, letting it stay quiet the way I needed it to be after being out.
I reached for my phone and called Laila before I could talk myself out of it.
She answered on the second ring.
“Tell me everything.”
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. “It wasn’t bad. Just not for me.”
“Mmm,” she hummed. “He boring?”
“No. Just… not my person.”
She laughed. “Okay, that’s fair. So, what happened? Because I know it’s more than that.”
“Girl, Vaughn showed up.”
“Who?”
“From Alana show.”
“Girl, shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
“What do you mean he showed up?”
“He walked up to the table in the middle of dinner and started talking about work.”
“That’s bold.”
“It was unnecessary.”
