proper date?”
“Why not?” Tom said.
“Great. I’m slammed for the next few days, but say Wednesday? Eight o’clock? There’s a restaurant called Romeo’s on the main drag. I’ll reserve a table for two.”
Tom finished filling the bucket. “Romeo’s it is. I’ll meet you there.”
Amanda turned on her heel with a smile.
“Come hungry.”
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The next few days passed in a blur. Amanda hadn’t planned on being intimate with Tom. But it had happened. And she saw no reason not to see where it went. Even if what had transpired between them proved to be just sex, she wanted to know for sure. After all, Amanda wasn’t getting any younger. She wasn’t interested in drama, and more than that, she wasn’t interested in imagining where she stood. She wanted to know. Amanda knew she was a big, curvy woman. But she also knew that some men went for that. And not just for a lark. That’s why she had taken the initiative to ask Tom out.
Strangely, though, the question that preoccupied her wasn’t where she stood with Tom, but where she stood with Greg. That was the weird one. For four straight days, he had continued with his odd behavior, being quiet in her presence but joking with Jada and the others. It was like he… liked her.
Amanda had half a mind to corner him and ask what his problem was. But the other half of her mind was focused on her date with Tom. She hoped that he had found a place to live. More than that, she hoped that she hadn’t been too forward.
Amanda went home from work Wednesday evening without even so much as a goodbye from Greg. Bummer. He always said goodbye to her. Maybe she was reading too much into it and he was just in a bad mood. Amanda decided to give him a pass.
Once she got home, she took a long, hot shower and then selected an outfit for the evening. Her night with Tom had been sex. No cuddling, no commitments, just plain sex. The point of tonight was to see if it could become something more. Amanda chose a striped, silky dress and a pair of purple pumps. Then she applied her makeup, a little more than she wore at the office, but not so much as to look overdone. After that, she flat-ironed her hair. Not bad, girl, not bad.
She checked the time. Seven-thirty. No harm getting there a little early. Her apartment was close by, so she walked to the restaurant. Romeo’s served generous portions of authentic Italian food at reasonable prices. It wasn’t some kind of high-end place, of which there were several in town, because Amanda didn’t want that. She may have done the asking, but Tom was still the man. If he insisted on paying for dinner, she didn’t want the poor guy going broke. Hell, for all she knew, he was still sleeping in his car.
Amanda took a seat at the table for two, a nice one near the window, and the waiter brought two glasses of water and a basket of bread. The bread was hot from the oven and looked tempting, but Amanda waited. It was exactly eight-o’clock. No sense starting without him. The restaurant was reasonably busy and Amanda casually watched the other couples, wondering what the evening would bring. It was alway exciting getting to know someone, and Amanda intended to learn all about Tom.
A few minutes passed and Amanda realized she was starving. One piece of bread wouldn’t hurt. She buttered one up. Mmm... good. The waiter returned.
“A glass of wine, ma’am?”
“I’m meeting somebody. Can you check back in five?”
Amanda enjoyed the bread. It was now ten minutes after eight. She checked her phone. No texts. No matter, Tom was new in town. He was probably having a hard time finding the place. Not a biggie. She waited. A couple got up and another took their place. Fifteen minutes after eight. Amanda took a drink of her water as she scanned outside. It was dark out now, vehicles slowly traveling down Main Street. She checked her phone again. Another couple left. Amanda started to get anxious. Calm down, girl. He’s
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