something," he menaces, and I turn to see his smoldering gaze burning through me.
"You're the one in my place of work asking to come home with me," I daringly counter, my own sizzling gaze meeting his.
"I never said I don't have a crush."
I blush again, and he leans back while propping his hands up behind his head. The lone guy in the corner with his laptop finally stands and heads out the door without so much as a thank you .
"He sat in here all night, taking up a booth, and never even ordered anything," I murmur softly to change the subject.
"Are you ready?" Kane asks, his attempt to seduce me refusing to be deterred as he ignores my statement.
I glance over my shoulder to look at the clock, and see it's five minutes past eleven.
"I suppose so. Just give me a second to wipe down your booth and ring out the register."
"I'll get the booth, you get the register," he says with a grin before picking up my rag and heading away.
I try not to smile like a fool as I rush through the closing process. As soon as I'm done, Kane walks over to hold the door open for me.
Locking it quickly, I turn around to see him staring at me with a gaze so sexy I'm worried my eyes are going to shift again.
"So," I murmur, looking away, "what do you want to do at my place?"
He stifles a laugh, making me blush harder, and then I shake my head.
"Not what I meant," I mumble as he walks side by side with me.
"I didn't say anything," he murmurs, feigning innocence.
"You didn't have to."
He laughs harder as we cross the road in the quiet, still night.
"I thought a movie and popcorn, if you have either. If not, we could just head down to the lake or something."
I'd love to go to the lake with him, but we'd have no privacy there. That's probably better. I don't need to be alone with him. The lake it is.
"I've got a movie and popcorn, so you're in luck."
Apparently my brain and my mouth are no longer linked together. Good grief .
"So I should probably ask for your last name," he murmurs while running a hand through his hair. "It's not on your tag."
I chuckle lightly and then say, "Coldwell."
He tilts his head to the side, and then he nods.
"And yours?" I muse. "I suppose I should have asked before inviting you home with me."
A devilish upturn of his lips makes me feel as though I'm coming down with a fever. "You should have. That's very irresponsible of you," he seductively plays. Then he sighs out before answering. "It's... don't laugh... Ice."
I do laugh because he's full of shit, and he lets out a laugh of his own.
"Seriously, what is it?" I giggle out.
He pulls out his wallet while smiling and hands me his license. My eyes fall on his surname that truly says Ice.
"Wow. Kane Ice. Unbelievable."
"I know," he says while putting his proof back in his back pocket. "I've caught hell a time or two. When people call me Vanilla I get a little agitated."
I giggle louder, and then I feel his hand grazing my back to turn me when I almost walk by my own house.
"Thanks," I murmur softly.
He bites back his grin for my completely stupid move, and he follows me up to the porch as I nervously fumble for my keys.
"If this is making you uncomfortable, we can go back to my place. There will be plenty of people around."
Good idea. Say yes.
"No, I'm fine," I lie, forcing a smile.
What's wrong with me?!
I push open the door, and then I quickly flip on the light to show him my very girly decorated home.
"The diner must pay more than I thought," he murmurs as he looks at my furnishings.
I smile lightly while shaking my head. "Everything you see was a housewarming gift from my mother. I paid for the house out of my savings, which was also started by my mother."
"Well, nevertheless, I'm impressed. I'll wait here for you," he says while flipping on the television and sitting down on my couch.
Suddenly, the flashy sectional looks so much sexier with him on it. His long, perfectly sculpted body
"You're the one in my place of work asking to come home with me," I daringly counter, my own sizzling gaze meeting his.
"I never said I don't have a crush."
I blush again, and he leans back while propping his hands up behind his head. The lone guy in the corner with his laptop finally stands and heads out the door without so much as a thank you .
"He sat in here all night, taking up a booth, and never even ordered anything," I murmur softly to change the subject.
"Are you ready?" Kane asks, his attempt to seduce me refusing to be deterred as he ignores my statement.
I glance over my shoulder to look at the clock, and see it's five minutes past eleven.
"I suppose so. Just give me a second to wipe down your booth and ring out the register."
"I'll get the booth, you get the register," he says with a grin before picking up my rag and heading away.
I try not to smile like a fool as I rush through the closing process. As soon as I'm done, Kane walks over to hold the door open for me.
Locking it quickly, I turn around to see him staring at me with a gaze so sexy I'm worried my eyes are going to shift again.
"So," I murmur, looking away, "what do you want to do at my place?"
He stifles a laugh, making me blush harder, and then I shake my head.
"Not what I meant," I mumble as he walks side by side with me.
"I didn't say anything," he murmurs, feigning innocence.
"You didn't have to."
He laughs harder as we cross the road in the quiet, still night.
"I thought a movie and popcorn, if you have either. If not, we could just head down to the lake or something."
I'd love to go to the lake with him, but we'd have no privacy there. That's probably better. I don't need to be alone with him. The lake it is.
"I've got a movie and popcorn, so you're in luck."
Apparently my brain and my mouth are no longer linked together. Good grief .
"So I should probably ask for your last name," he murmurs while running a hand through his hair. "It's not on your tag."
I chuckle lightly and then say, "Coldwell."
He tilts his head to the side, and then he nods.
"And yours?" I muse. "I suppose I should have asked before inviting you home with me."
A devilish upturn of his lips makes me feel as though I'm coming down with a fever. "You should have. That's very irresponsible of you," he seductively plays. Then he sighs out before answering. "It's... don't laugh... Ice."
I do laugh because he's full of shit, and he lets out a laugh of his own.
"Seriously, what is it?" I giggle out.
He pulls out his wallet while smiling and hands me his license. My eyes fall on his surname that truly says Ice.
"Wow. Kane Ice. Unbelievable."
"I know," he says while putting his proof back in his back pocket. "I've caught hell a time or two. When people call me Vanilla I get a little agitated."
I giggle louder, and then I feel his hand grazing my back to turn me when I almost walk by my own house.
"Thanks," I murmur softly.
He bites back his grin for my completely stupid move, and he follows me up to the porch as I nervously fumble for my keys.
"If this is making you uncomfortable, we can go back to my place. There will be plenty of people around."
Good idea. Say yes.
"No, I'm fine," I lie, forcing a smile.
What's wrong with me?!
I push open the door, and then I quickly flip on the light to show him my very girly decorated home.
"The diner must pay more than I thought," he murmurs as he looks at my furnishings.
I smile lightly while shaking my head. "Everything you see was a housewarming gift from my mother. I paid for the house out of my savings, which was also started by my mother."
"Well, nevertheless, I'm impressed. I'll wait here for you," he says while flipping on the television and sitting down on my couch.
Suddenly, the flashy sectional looks so much sexier with him on it. His long, perfectly sculpted body
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