Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Anything can happen on a date. You just have to roll with it.”
“Roll with it?” she asked.
“Yeah, that is pretty much it.”
She blew out a breath. “I’m scared.”
“You don’t have to be. I’ll be there.”
“Have you ever been on a date?” she asked.
“No, not one.”
Chapter Five
So far, Andy Bernadette had been the epitome of gentlemanly behavior. He’d picked her up at her mother’s house. Charlotte hadn’t gone with the red dress, nor the black, or pink one. Savage loved the look of a blue one with speckles of glitter that wasn’t too flashy. It showed a little skin and dipped down toward her cleavage, but didn’t show too much and finished at her knee. Again, it didn’t show too much. It was just enough of everything.
Her hair was curled, as Maeve did her hair and makeup. Friday became a girls’ day, with Eden joining them, as well as her mother.
Throughout it all, she wanted to text Savage and ask him for advice. With every passing hour getting closer to her date, she wanted to run for the hills. Not once through high school was she even asked on a date.
The conversation had been light in the car, and he drove them out of town, about twenty minutes to a lovely family Italian restaurant, that appeared to be a bar and restaurant. The parking lot was busy. She had gotten the address prior to their date and texted it to Savage. She was pretty sure she saw his bike.
Andy parked toward the back, and as she opened the door, he looked a little upset that she didn’t need his help getting out. She thanked him anyway and pushed her arm through his as they made their way inside.
She didn’t know which one of them was stiffer, her or Andy. This didn’t feel natural.
Maeve said there would be nerves and butterflies, but there would be excitement. She didn’t feel any of those things, and in fact felt a little sick. Especially as the maître d’ was waiting for them. They were escorted to a very romantic private table.
She was so far out of her depth. She had never once been romanced in her entire life.
“This is a beautiful restaurant,” she said, attempting to fill the silence. This is what she and Andy had—silences. The conversation in the car didn’t exactly flow. They talked about the day in general, the weather. None of this felt natural.
“Yes, it is. They had amazing food as well,” Andy said. Yet, he didn’t offer any recommendations.
“What do you do, Andy?” she asked.
It was strange, because when she was with Maeve, Andy had seemed a little flirty, almost nervous, and a little more attentive. Right now, he was far from it. He looked a little on edge, even annoyed. Something didn’t sit well with her. It was like she was getting two different people, and she hated it.
“I work for my grandmother, Bernadette. Whatever her heart desires is what I do for her.”
“Are you her only relative?” she asked.
“The only one that matters.”
Again, he seemed cruel.
“No one will put up with her nasty ways, so someone has to do it.” He shrugged. “That has fallen to me.”
“She has a lot to say,” Charlotte said.
Maeve had rarely gotten a word in edgewise, but at least Mrs. Bernadette hadn’t been her usual cruel self. Whatever Maeve had said to her had clearly put her on her good behavior.
The waiter came, breaking into the silence that could be cut with a knife. She had no idea what was going on.
“So, er, tell me about yourself,” she said, trying to remember every movie and book she had read about a first date. “Do you have any plans—”
“Tell me about you,” Andy said, interrupting her. “Trust me, I’m boring. I don’t have a lot going for me right now. I’m taking care of my grandma, and that is about all there is to it. Tell me about yourself. You’re a makeup artist, right?”
She didn’t like this. “I’m technically a training makeup artist. Maeve, the woman who worked on your grandmother, is the real makeup artist.”
“Is that what you hope to achieve?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You don’t have any real answers, do you?”
He was abrupt and rude.
“Uh, at the moment, I think it is a little soon to have all the answers.”
“You’re going around in circles. Is that because you don’t have to make a decision or because your dad makes them all for you?”
This made her frown. Charlotte hated confrontation. The only reason she accepted this date was because Mrs. Bernadette was so happy about it, and she also didn’t want to upset Maeve.
“My dad doesn’t make decisions for me,” she said.
“You’re the daughter of the Chaos Monsters MC President. I’m sure you do as you’re told.”
“I don’t know who—”
“Shut up,” Andy said, and sat forward. At the same time, he reached out for her hand and held it tightly.