Chapter Thirty Seven

Was she really having this conversation with this man? Monica thought. This man who she had once said wasn't her type. This man who she had once said was too nerdy for her. If she had known she would enjoy a date with him. She would have asked to go out with him a long time ago.

"Wait a second," she said, then went in search of a box. In the pantry, there it sat. A box of four flavored syrups.

She grabbed it and tore open the packaging, then placed each bottle on the counter next to Tom.

French vanilla, mint chocolate, hazelnut and raspberry.

"Which one do you want to try first." she asked.

"Honestly, I don't want any coffee." he said

"I don't mean in coffee. I mean, try on me." she said smiling, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him.

"Try on you?" he repeated. This woman was something else. Tom thought