Unmatchable by Sky Corgan Page B

do for a clue?” he hums at me.
    The connotation behind his words makes me blush. I know he's thinking of something perverted.
    “ I guess I'll just have to wait and see when we get there.”
    “ Well, you're no fun.”
    “ I could have told you that.” I smirk.
    “ Maybe some wine will loosen you up.” He draws a circle on my knee with his index finger. Electricity shoots up my leg from the contact. Part of me doesn't like that he's touching me, but a needy, neglected part of me does.
    “ I know better than to drink around you.” I stare at his hand, considering brushing it away.
    “ I promise I'm not the monster you're making me out to be.”
    “ Oh?”
    “ I'm worse.” His grin turns wolfish, and my nerves spike thinking that he's going to advance on me. He doesn't. Instead, he keeps his distant. That teasing distance where he's close enough to touch me. Close enough for me to inhale his scent.
    We pull onto South Shepherd Drive and stop in front of the Backstreet Cafe, a large 30's-era house that's been transformed into a restaurant. As I gaze up at the lighted windows, immaculate landscaping, and tall trees, I can't help but think that this is a lot closer to what I had originally imagined when he said we were going to a restaurant. A lot closer, but not quite.
    “ This is nice,” I mumble as I step out of the limo.
    “ You approve?” He glances over at me.
    “ That depends on the menu.”
    “ It's not sushi. I promise.” He winks at me, and I feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter. What he can do to me with just one look. I hate to think how I'd feel if things got intimate between us.
    The hostess leads us through the building and onto the patio. It's a perfect night to dine outside. The sun has been down just long enough to cool the air but not make it too chilly. We're seated next to a large fountain, which gives the place a romantic feeling. It reminds me of a date that Richard would take me on. That sours my mood a bit. I wonder if I have as little in common with Colton as I do with Richard. If that's the case, I might not want to see him again. While the physical attraction between us is out of this world, if I don't feel like I can connect with him on some level emotionally, this definitely won't work.
    Why are you thinking about that? Dating him is just temporary, remember. You shouldn't be taking this so seriously.
    When our waitress places the menus before us, I'm thankful that everything on them is somewhat familiar. For the things that I don't know, there's a description printed next to the item.
    Colton orders a Moscow Mule and then glances over at me to see if I'd like any alcohol. I politely decline and order water instead.
    “ I wouldn't take you for a fruity drink kind of guy.” I watch him continue to look over the drink menu even though he already ordered.
    “ I like to live a little from time to time. Drinking the same thing all of the time gets boring.”
    “ So you don't have an old faithful?”
    “ An old faithful?” he laughs.
    “ Yeah. Something you would normally order.” I make a circular gesture with my hand.
    “ I've never heard it called that before.” He pulls his chair in a bit closer to the table. The metal legs make a scratching sound against the brick floor. “If I had a drink of choice, I'd say it's brandy. That's my go-to when I'm too lazy to make myself something else. Generally, I tend to drink whatever I feel in the mood for at the time. But I'm certainly not a snob about alcohol. I can enjoy a cheap beer just as much as an expensive bottle of wine. I'm really not picky.”
    “ Hm. Whoda thunk it?” I continue looking over the menu to avoid making eye contact with him even though I already know what I plan on ordering.
    “ What about you? What's your poison?”
    “ If I'm out with co-workers, margaritas. If I'm at dinner, wine, typically.”
    He wrinkles his nose. “I'm not much on margaritas. A lot of places make them too tart. Gives me