Chapter Eleven

What the hell? He scolded himself. You’re not some horny teenager. He reminded himself. No staring down her blouse.

"What would you like me to get for you?" she repeated in that sexy voice of hers.

Damn, that mouth.

He dragged his fascinated gaze away from it with a strength that deserved a gold medal. But nothing, not even God Himself, could cleanse his mind of the acts those curves and lips elicited. Acts that left him throbbing and greedy.

"The usual" he said stupidly.

"Oh ermmm... I'm kinda new here." she said. "So I don't really know what your usual is"

"I know" he said, and grinned at her. He didn't know exactly what he expected from her, but he certainly wasn't prepared for her shy smile.

She had pale creamy skin and it suddenly bloomed with colour. Matt couldn’t remember any women of his acquaintance ever blushing. He found it quite entrancing.

He checked her left hand. No ring. Thank God. He thought.

Finally, when she allowed herself to meet his gaze directly, all words dried up in his mouth. Because those eyes were so blue, warm, so friendly and approachable, open and engaging. Correction, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.

There was merriment in those eyes, and warmth and friendliness. Not jaded awareness, not arrogance. Just…niceness. And pure laid-back sex appeal.

"Are you going to tell me what your usual is now?" she asked, still smiling.

“oh! The usual?” he asked, sounding as though he’d never heard the word.

Well, maybe he hadn’t. Everything seemed to have flown right out of his head. Savannah lifted her chin, her beautiful eyes shown, that half smile still on her sensual mouth, and shook her head, as if forcing herself to remember that she was working.

Matt ordered what he wanted and watched as she wrote it down.

"Alright" she said. "Coming right up"

She gave a throaty chuckle with the words, and he absorbed the sound, revelling in the delicious heat it inspired in his body. He was so focused on that sound that he almost missed the meaning of her words.

And even after she brought their orders to them and while they ate and talked, his gaze and attention remained on her.

When Savannah brought them their bill, Matt ceased the opportunity.

"Ermm, where's the men's room?" he asked her. Even if he knew exactly where it was since this wasn't his first time at the diner.

Savannah looked like she was about to ask how he didn't know where the men's room was, since he obviously came there a lot, but she obviously changed her mind because she didn't.

So she said instead. "Take that door over there" she said, gesturing with her hand. "Then go left, you will find the men's room"

Matt nodded, the grin still on his face and Savannah frowned, which made him want to laugh. After she left and disappeared through the same door, obviously to return some plates, he stood up and followed her, after telling Dash and Stefan that he would be back soon.

"Oh get a grip man" Stefan said when Matt stood and Dash laughed.

"What?" Matt said as he turned around.

"Come on, man" Stefan continued. "We know you are after that cute little waitress"

"Shut up" Matt said, but that didn't stop him from going after her. It was like a pull. Some kind of force drawing him to her and he wasn't sure anything could have stopped him.

He took right instead of left, as Savannah had directed him and sure enough, he bumped into her as she was coming out of one of the rooms.

"Oh" she said, as she bumped hard into his chest. "I'm so sorry"

Matt held her gently by the shoulders to steady her, only that after she was standing on her own, he didn't release her... He didn't want to.

"Soft" he whispered huskily. "Just like I thought"

"What?" Savannah asked, clearly confused and her sexy blue eyes widened.

He grinned at her, but she didn't smile this time, which was too bad. Matt thought. He liked seeing her smile. There was something about her smile that made him want to loose himself in it. She frowned up at him, as he was a lot taller than she was.

"Hi" Matt said. "again"

"Hi... Ermmm... What are you doing here?" Savannah asked.

"Ermmm... Looking for the bathroom" Matt replied.

Savannah frowned again. "You don't sound so sure" she said. "Was that a statement or a question?"

"Does it matter?" Matt asked.

"Yes actually it does" Savannah said. "You see customers aren't allowed here"

"You directed me here" Matt lied.

"No. I didn't" Savannah said. "I said to go left. You went right"

"Oh! did I now?" Matt said, feigning ignorance. Though he was pretty sure she didn't buy any of it as he was such a terrible actor.

Savannah flexed her shoulders. "Ermmm... Could you let go now?" she asked, her gaze moved to his hands which was still on her shoulders, which he dropped immediately but already missing the feel of her body against his palm.

He let go of her, but his gaze never wavered from the tantalizing view in front of him. Her skirt fit snugly over very voluptuous hips. He didn't see enough curves in his life. Even the models and women he met at parties he attended looked so damn skinny he kept wanting to cook them pasta. He'd never admitted it, but the women in his circle weren't exactly his taste. Heresy, but what can you do? He liked a woman who looked real. Shapely. Someone he could hold on to.

"I guess I must have had a lot to drink then" he said. "Must be the reason why I got your direction wrong. Must have slipped my mind"

"I don't think so" Savannah said. "I served you, remember? I don't think you had that much to drink"

He smiled. "This isn't working, is it?" he asked.

"No I'm sorry it's not" Savannah replied, a smile on her face. "But nice try, though"