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was how he saw things. The question was did Zoë? Please,
God.
    Zoë cleared her throat again. “So we, Grace and I, thought
it might be fun to have dinner on Friday night. The four of us. Kind of a
double date, I guess, if, you know, you’re interested.”
    Sean swallowed hard and grabbed the towel around his apron
strings to wipe his hands as if they were wet from the dishes. Of course it was
sweat because, holy crap, it had been a year since his last date, if picking a
woman up in a bar could be called a date. This particular woman asking him out
had starred in his nighttime and daytime fantasies for days now. She stared at
him wide-eyed, the question that had not quite been asked in her expression.
Apparently he hesitated a little too long because she was talking again before
he could respond.
    “Of course, this might be a little too awkward given I’m
your boss. I’d understand completely if you beg off. No hard feelings, really.”
    “Yes,” he blurted out before she could talk herself and him
out of the date. “I’d love to go out with you. Really,” he added because he
didn’t want to fuck this up. He figured it had been hard for her to ask him
under the circumstances, including the differences in their ages. God knew if
it had been up to him, he wasn’t sure he’d have been able to screw up the
courage to ask.
    Her face lit up with a megawatt smile that zapped him right
in the balls. His cock throbbed with anticipation. “Great. I, um, have no idea
where we’re going.” She chuckled. “I guess I’ll let Grace decide.”
    Sean grinned and nodded. “Cool. She’ll pick a place Mark
likes. I know what the guy’s been eating for the last year. He deserves the
meal of his choice.”
    “I agree and it’s fun for me to eat at someone else’s place,
so I’ll be happy no matter what.”
    “Me too.” They stood grinning awkwardly at each other before
Zoë had the good sense to call it a night.
    “Okay then,” she said, backing up. “I’ll let you finish.
Good night and see you Friday.” She turned, paused and turned back. “Actually
I’ll see you tomorrow first, but you know what I mean.”
    “Yes ma’am.”
    She winced. “You’re not going to call me that Friday night,
are you?”
    He grimaced. “No, no I am not.”
    “Good.”
    When she was out of sight, Sean let out a groan, bent over
and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. Fuck, he needed to get his act
together. He’d always been pretty smooth with women. Why was he such a dope
with this one, someone who had the potential to really matter to him? Probably
because she wasn’t some bar chick he’d picked up for a quick lay. She was a
class act and deserved to be treated well. He straightened up and went back to
work.
    He could do this thing. He was going out on a date with Zoë
and they were going to have fun. If he was really lucky and she was very
generous, she’d agree to go out with him again. Maybe it would lead to more,
something meaningful. A year ago, he’d made fun of Mark’s efforts to form a
lasting relationship with any woman, let alone an older one. Now that he’d met
Zoë, Sean knew it was he who had been the idiot. He hoped he hadn’t learned the
lesson too late.
    * * * * *
    Mark grabbed Sean’s arm and pulled him aside before he could
open the door to the restaurant. “The women are here already. Hey, Zoë’s a
knockout.”
    Sean raised his eyebrows at his friend. If possible, Mark
was even more nervous about the night than he was. “Yeah, she is, so how come
we’re standing out here?” Not that he minded a few more seconds to steady his
nerves.
    “Ah, I realized we haven’t discussed the bill yet.”
    “What about it?”
    “Well, if I know Grace, and I do, she’ll want to go dutch.
Zoë will probably feel the same way. It’s how strong women roll.”
    “But we’re not going to let them. You and I will split the
bill between us, right?”
    “Right.”
    “So, I repeat, why are we standing