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tonight?” Chip, our waiter, asked as he sidled up to the table.
    The interruption was right on time as my mouth was about to get me into trouble. Looking away from Colton, I glanced at the waiter. “I’ll take a basket of fries and a vanilla milkshake please,” I ordered with a smile.
    “And I’ll have the same,” Colton said quickly.
    I could feel his eyes on me so I continued looking at the waiter until he thanked us and walked away.
    “Why were you at Duke & Duchess tonight?” I asked, returning my attention to my dining companion.
    “For you,” Colton answered simply.
    And with those two words, my heart fluttered and I felt a tightening deep inside of me. The confidence rolled off of his body and his eyes pinned me in my cherry-red, leather seat.
    He’s going to make me ride him right here in this booth, I thought as I felt myself becoming even more turned on by him.
    “Why?” I pressed him for more information breathily. I wanted him to say that he wanted to take me home and explore every inch of my body.
    “Because all day at work, I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” he admitted slowly, his eyes still boring into me. I squeezed my thighs together to calm the ache that was building between them.
    We need to get our food to go, I thought, running my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from smiling.
    “And because we didn’t get a chance to finish talking. I know you were flirting with me last night, so I came back tonight to make sure you had ample opportunity to call me handsome and ask me out,” he replied with a comical expression and a definitive nod.
    My head fell back and I laughed loudly. “What?” I screeched in between bouts of laughter. It only took a second before he joined in. People at nearby tables looked over at us curiously.
    When we were able to contain ourselves, he added, “You laughed because it’s true.”
    That’s partially true…But I’ll be damned if I let him know that, I thought, amused by his perceptiveness and borderline cockiness.
    Smiling, I cocked my head to the side, analyzing the perfect symmetry of his face. “So this all started because I didn’t call you handsome?”
    He leaned forward, with his elbows resting on the marble tabletop. “No, this started because I went to get my idiot nephew a beer and saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life making drinks,” he replied seriously.
    A shaky breath escaped my parted lips. I swallowed hard and then opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted.
    “Here you are… two baskets of fries and two vanilla shakes,” Chip said, popping up out of nowhere, as he placed our food down.
    “Thank you,” Colton said, never taking his eyes off of me. As suddenly as Chip appeared, he disappeared.
    “How long have you worked at Duke & Duchess?” he asked, grabbing the ketchup and squirting it into his basket.
    “Two years,” I said, taking a sip of the ice cold milkshake. “Mmm…this is good.” I waited for him to take a sip of his before I asked, “What do you do?”
    “I’m a tattoo artist. I own a shop here in Brooklyn, near the River. Inkwell. And I’m about to open another Inkwell in Harlem.”
    My eyebrows shot up, reflexively, and my jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”
    He gave me an easy, almost modest smile. “Yes. Have you heard of it?”
    “Inkwell is where I got my last two tattoos! Love that place.”
    This time, his eyebrows shot up. His eyes flickered over my upper body, obviously assessing my skin. “You have tattoos?” he asked. His voice sounded both shocked and impressed. “Your entire back is out and your shoulders, arms, and legs… I didn’t see any tats on you.”
    My stomach fluttered with his unintentional admission that he’d thoroughly checked me out.
    “I have three tattoos. I want to get another one on my back, but I haven’t had the time or money.”
    “You have three tattoos?” Colton’s voice was still laced with surprise.
    I laughed, “Yes!”
    His