“Combined with high-rise chandeliers and the waiters who moved at break-neck speed, my senses were nearly overwhelmed. “I don’t think we’re going to get a table.”Without hesitation, Sebastian slipped a one hundred dollar bill from his money clip. “We will now.”Sure enough, the maître d' was extremely enthusiastic about showing us to the best table available. Sebastian pulled out my chair for me and I sat down, staring out at the Chicago skyline. The sun was just beginning to set but the sky was... already aflame with shades of pink and purple.“What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”Truth be told, I didn’t want to say. How was one supposed to phrase “Oh, I was just wondering if this table would hold both our weight and if you were the full ten inches the women on the twenty-seventh floor say you are?”“Nothing,” I said instead.“I doubt that very much.”“Okay.” I propped my elbows on the table and leaned forward, just enough so that I could smell his cologne.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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