Mr. Swoony Excerpt

“Why are you here?” I attempt to get him to give me a straight answer.

“I don’t want to tell you.” He sits back and crosses his leg so his ankle rests on his knee, getting even more comfortable instead of leaving, which is what I wish he would do.

“Trying to pique my curiosity?” I arch an eyebrow.

“I’m vulnerable.” He flags down the waitress, and she saunters over in a short micro dress that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

“What can I get you, Conor?” she asks in a sultry voice that implies, as I assumed, he’s the player type.

I scoff, and Conor turns to me but talks to her.

“Two bottles of water.” Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a fifty and places it on her tray of empty glasses without his eyes ever leaving mine.

“Be right back,” she says.

“So, you’re a regular, huh?”

“I’ve been here twice.”

“The bottle girl knows you by name. She must be really good at her job then.” I scootch up on the edge of the seat. “It was nice meeting you, but I’m gonna go get my friend.”

“Really?” He sits up straight. “You’re just going to leave after I came all the way over here?”

I laugh. “Well, I’m sure it’s a foreign concept for you that a woman isn’t interested but think of it as an opportunity for some character growth.”

He smirks and shakes his head. “And I thought I was cocky.”

I tilt my head and narrow my eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You assume that I was hitting on you.”

“Weren’t you?”

“I told you I don’t go after taken women, so unless this whole bride thing is a façade, I’m not interested in pursuing you.”