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Here's the next installment of "A Delicious Dalliance," this section written by GFW Writer member Chrissy Szarek.
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Lacey linked her arm around Seven's. "I'm so glad I spotted you. Now I won't have to walk to Chauncey's alone!"
A Delicious Dalliance, continued...
He saw her. He actually saw her.
Her heart galloped and stomach plummeted, but Seven let her friend drag her away from the restaurant.
Lacey’s chatter was almost nonsensical in her ear as they walked. Seven was in a daze, Alex the only thing on her mind.
He was here? A chef at a posh restaurant? How long had he been here? Did he think about her as much as she thought about him? Or at all? It was ridiculous, really.
His cologne was the same as it had been that night. His gorgeous face and muscled physique no different. Even from a distance, she still wanted him.
Alex didn’t fight to come to her, didn’t leave the side of that woman. His eyes wide with shock, he went back into his place with little protest. No shouting for her.
Then mixed with now and she could see him staring at her with those dark eyes. Memories flitted like a movie, taking over her thoughts. No, she didn’t want to go over this again. The moment at work had been enough.
Seven wanted to put him out of her mind, her thoughts… her heart?
Her friend tugged on her arm. She met Lacey’s hazel eyes. Her co-worker’s brow was furrowed.
“Did you hear a word I said?”
Heat rushed her cheeks and it took all she had not to look away. They stopped walking and Lacey’s expression went from irritated to concerned.
“Are things that bad with Brad?”
Huh? Oh, Brad. Her boyfriend. The man who should be occupying her thoughts, not a man whose encounter was too short to even categorize him as an “old flame.”
Brad. So different from Alex. Light, where Alex was dark, shorter where Alex was tall. Blue eyes instead of deep pools of midnight. Boring, predictable, where Alex was not. He was a banker, for God’s sake.
Brad, the man she loved? Why was that a question? Why was she unsure after knowing him for five years, being with him for three, about how she felt about him? Why had it changed? The answer was a whisper in the back of her mind. Alex.
“Sev? Are you with me at all?”
Seven swallowed hard and forced a smile. “Yes. Sorry. Things with Brad could be better.” Maybe hedging would shut Lacey up for now.
Lacey smiled, it was slow and teasing. “Could that have something to do with the man outside of the restaurant?” She quirked an eyebrow.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You were staring at him.”
“I was not.” The denial was even pathetic as it hit Seven’s ears. Her cheeks were even hotter.
“Do you know him?”
“No.” Lacey studied her like she was under a microscope. Seven cleared her throat. “I need that drink now.” Or five.
Her friend gave her a long look and then sighed over dramatically. “You’re not gonna tell me?”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Let’s go to Chauncey’s, all right?”
“This isn’t over, Sev.” Boy, was it ever. Alex, the conversation, everything. It had to be.
Chauncey’s was saturated with noise and smoke, neither were all that appealing to Seven. They located their co-workers and slid into the oversized booth, exchanging greetings and smiles.
Right before she ordered that much needed drink, her iPhone chirped. She disregarded the text message from Brad. She would talk to him later…or tomorrow.
Becca headed to the bar for refills and offered to get Seven something, thank God. Lacey and Andi were tying to involve her with their men-gazing when her ring tone, not text alert, caught her attention.
She tamped down her irritation at Brad’s obvious impatience. He couldn’t even leave her alone for an hour?
She frowned as she looked down at the screen. The number didn’t register with her. She slid her thumb across the display and placed the device to her ear.
“Seven?” Her stomach flipped. Alex.
To be continued...
Thanks, Chrissy! Alright, readers... let us know what you think. Up next is George Talbot. The next section will be posted on Thursday, Feb 16th.