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Steaks! Three different grilled kinds. Medium, medium to well and well-done. There were also large baked potatoes, string beans and hot rolls. Also a large bowl of mixed fruit and some ice tea.
“So how you like your steak?” he asked, forking the medium to well-done one.
“I don’t know. Never had one before.”
Blaine stopped himself from grabbing one of the potatoes to look at her. “You’ve never had a steak before?”
“The diet here is very strict.”
Blaine sat back and cut into the meat, showing her how it looked inside. “Okay, this is medium to well-done. Too pink for you?” She wrinkled her nose and nodded. “Then you’ll like the well-done.” He put the meat on the plate before her and a potato. “Let’s load this thing up, shall we?”
As she watched, he went to work on her potato. Butter, sour cream, some cheese and a bit of bacon. A roll on her plate, along with a large spoon full of the beans and a nod for her to dig in. He watched her cut into the meat, take her first bite before getting to work on his own potato.
“You like?” he asked once she put the meat into her mouth.
Shula’s face lit up. “Oh this is great!”
“Wait until you try lobster,” he chuckled. “Kera, Devon's wife, loves lobster and I’m sure she’ll kidnap you and take you to her favourite restaurant to try it.”
“Do you have lots of friends?”
The question had him stilling with his own piece of meat up to his mouth. Blaine thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Close friends I have about three. Money friends, a shit load.”
“What’s money friends?”
“It’s people that call themselves your friends because you have money. I have money, so I have a lot of people I know, but don’t really consider my friends.”
“But at least you have friends,” she sighed. “I really don’t have anyone.”
“You will. Now eat. We have a long night ahead of us.”
“What’d you mean?”
Blaine smiled and winked at her this time. It also dawned on him that he was starting to smile a bit more since he found her. “I mean that we have the whole night to get to know each other better.”
She blushed then the colour drained from her face once his words sank in. “Are—are you saying you want—want to do that again?” she 36
finished with a squeak.
He bit the inside of his mouth to stop from smiling again. It wasn’t that he wanted to smile, it was simply because he knew she’d take his smiling the wrong way. She made him happy, and that definitely didn’t happen to him. Not even the guys could make him this happy or this relaxed as Shyla did. And it amazed the hell out of him that she’d done so in such a short time.
“Is that such a bad thing?” He took another bite of his meat, watching her from the corner of his eye.
Shyla slowly lowered her fork with food still on it. Her whole body tensed up and he thought for a moment she might move away from him.
“I don’t like it.”
Well that was one he didn’t see coming. Taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly he also put his fork down and lounged back against the pillows, ankles crossed. In all his years and with all his experiences, having a partner say she didn’t like the sex was new for him. Hell, most of the time he couldn’t get rid of the woman after the night.
“The first time is always the hardest. I promise you, there won’t be any more pain.”
“It’s not all that, it’s also—” She didn’t finish her statement. His damn phone went off.
Blaine groaned loudly and got up. He walked over to his jacket, dug out the phone and knew before answering who was on the other end.
“This better be good, Dane,” he growled into the phone.
“You got married, didn’t you?” Excitement rang in Dane’s voice. So much so, that Blaine gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.
“What do you want?” He slowly enunciated each word.
“Tell me the truth now, golden boy,” Dane laughed.