He took the keys from her as she joined him on the small second floor landing, and he locked the door behind her. The surprised look on her face made him laugh. As they descended the stairs, he took her hand, holding a single red rose in the other. Once again, she gave him an astonished look, but this time, he merely smiled. Who said chivalry was dead?
When they reached the parking lot, Logan led her toward his car, this time he’d selected his pride and joy. A sleek, black Corvette that he rarely drove.
“It figures you’d have a Corvette.” Sam teased as he held the door for her.
As he walked around the back of the car, he let out a low whistle. This was going to be one hell of a night. With a woman who looked that damned hot, Logan wasn’t sure they’d make it through dinner.
When he told her to wear something sexy, he had no clue it would be that. He didn’t know if he would be able to keep his hands off of her so that they could have dinner.
When he got himself situated in the driver’s seat, he glanced over, noticing the dress she wore was short, and it was midway up her thigh, revealing a hint of the top of her black stockings and what appeared to be a garter attached.
“What’s the matter?” She asked innocently, but Logan could tell by the look in her translucent green eyes that she knew exactly what was the matter.
“Absolutely nothing.” He whispered as he started the car and put it in reverse to back out of the parking space. As he turned the car around, he noticed a fire red Camaro sitting in the parking space beside her building. “Damn that’s a nice car.”
“You like it? It was an impulse buy.” She said as she leaned back in her seat, getting more comfortable.
“You have got to be kidding.” He glanced over at her as he put his foot to the floor and tore out of the parking lot. “Baby, you just get better and better.”
The conversation was light as they headed downtown. Logan gave her a brief overview of the area as they passed through the main drag that hadn’t been closed off yet. When they pulled up to the restaurant, Logan eased into the valet lane.
Knowing he’d better hurry, Logan exited the car and waved off the man heading over to the passenger door. He wasn’t about to let another man help his lady out of the car. She was with him, and he wanted everyone to know it.
Logan reached out and took her hand, helping her out of the car and then handed the keys and a twenty dollar bill over to the valet attendant as they headed to the front entrance.
Once inside, the hostess greeted them immediately.
“Good evening, Mr. McCoy. We have your table ready.”
He nodded, took Sam’s hand and placed it in the crook of his arm as they followed the woman to the back of the restaurant.
He’d manage to keep Sam off guard every step of the way, and he could see the question in her eyes. Yes, the hostess knew him by sight. When you are one of the highest ranking employees for one of the largest companies in the city, those things happened. XTX was fond of entertaining clients at this particular establishment, so he was seen in here often.
He also got a little ego boost when Sam gave the young hostess a glare after the woman eyed him up and down. He liked that she was possessive. He liked it a hell of a lot.
Logan had reserved a table in a secluded section in the back, insisting that he didn’t want other patrons sitting in the vicinity. When he had called earlier that day, he’d instructed the maître’d that he wanted a romantic dinner for two, without interruption. That was exactly what he got. The only light shining was that from the numerous candles gracing the table and the couple of wall sconces around them.
The hostess stepped back while Logan pulled out Sam’s chair for her and allowed her to sit down before he walked to the chair beside her, not across from her, and followed suit. Once he was seated, the hostess extracted a bottle from a nearby ice bucket, and proceeded to fill the two glasses already on the table. When the hostess walked away, Sam finally spoke.
“Does this always happen?”
Logan laughed, keeping his voice low. “This is our first date. One that I hope you will always remember.”
“Well, I think it’s safe to say I will.”
Logan leaned in a little closer and chose his words carefully. “I’m hoping this will be your last first date.”
Instead of panicking like Logan suspected she would, Sam’s grin was full of mischief. “You think rather highly of yourself don’t you?”
He watched, fascinated as she took a sip of her wine, waiting to see her reaction. Her face lit up with a smile so bright, Logan nearly groaned.
“I think rather highly of you.” He answered her, then took a sip of his own wine. “I hope you like steak because the entire meal is already planned out.”