Free Something More by Jenna Tyler Page A

“Ah. Okay. I know this thing between us is powerful, but are you
sure you are ready so soon for that kind of commitment. No more being single?
No more women? Tied down? Ball and chain? You are ready for all of that?”
    A grin as wide as the
Mississippi River flashes on his face. “Absolutely. I've been ready. I just
hadn't met you yet.” Oh my. My heart melts. That sounds like a line, though…albeit
a very good line. What is he trying to do to me? Oh, wait. The game. I
have to stay strong for the game. No panty-dropping tonight, mister!
    “And you are willing to
wait until I am ready? You're going to stay monogamous to me even before I'm
ready?”
    “Of course!” he
exclaims. “I want to be with you and only you. There is no one else for me as
far as I'm concerned.” Wow . How can he make that kind of commitment when
he hardly knows me? What if we are incompatible in bed? This thought saddens me.
    “What is it?” he asks.
    “I just don't see how
you can make that kind of commitment when you hardly know anything about me or
how we would be together.”
    “It's quite simple,
Rebecca. This feeling, this electricity, this pull, means something. We are
meant to be. I've never felt anything like it and you've never felt anything
like it. Everything else will fall into place as it should.”
    Having been married
before, I don't see it exactly as he does. Although, I think he is right about
our electricity. It is something out of this world. It's an amazing feeling.
    “I need to think about
this. You've sprung this on me like you did the soul mate thing earlier. It's a
lot to take in.”
    “I understand. And I
will wait, for however long it takes. I want you to be mine.” He gives a shy
smile. Oh, dear . That word. That beautiful face of his. He makes me melt
in so many ways.
    “You sure know how to
keep a girl on her toes, Mr. Chambers.” I give him a wry smile. “And speaking
of keeping a girl on her toes, how the hell did you get my cell phone number?”
    Drew gives me a half
smile. “It's all about who you know, and I know a lot of people.” I glare at
him.
    The waiter appears with
the wine. He offers Drew a look at the bottle and he nods in approval. The
waiter pours our glasses and then sets the bottle in an ice bucket next to the
table. He asks Drew if we are ready to order. Shit! I haven't really
looked at the menu yet. I will just get a steak or something. I quickly look at
the menu and see filet mignon. Yes, that looks good. I look up at Drew to let
him know that I'm ready, giving him a slight nod.
    “Ma'am?” the waiter
asks.
    “I will have the filet
mignon, medium.”
    “And for you Mr.
Chambers?” the waiter asks.
    “The same,” Drew says.
    “Very well, sir.” As
the waiter walks away, I smirk at Drew and he grins back at me.
    “Is there a reason why
you always order what I order, or are you just being a pain?” I say and he
laughs. God, that is such a cute laugh. It's almost a giggle.
    “Just keeping you on
your toes, Ms. Michaels.” I smile widely at him.
    I sip my wine. It’s not
horrible, but it's not worth another glass, either.
    Suddenly, I hear my
phone go off in my bag. A text. “I’m sorry. Give me a sec.” I take a peek at
who it is. “It's my daughter,” I say. “She's wondering how the date is going.”
He raises his eyebrows. “She called right before I left and I told her about
you. Now she is interrupting on purpose. Gotta love teenagers.”
    “And what did you tell
her about me?” He raises his glass to take a sip.
    “Not a whole lot since
we've only just met recently. I just told her about our day.” I try to act
nonchalant but, deep down, I'm a little nervous. His direct approach to
everything is quite unnerving. Maybe that's how he's done so well in business.
    “And how is our
date going?” he asks, staring at me and tracing his finger lightly up and down
his wine glass. Oh, w hat I would give to be that wine glass. Watching
his finger is