Scotch, said Tyler, not appearing the least bit fazed by the waiters tone. Glenlochlan. And another glass of wine for the lady.
TYLER SETTLED BACK in the wide comfortable chair and watched the candlelight flicker on Jennas flushed cheeks. Shed surprised him. Shocked the hell out of him, actually.
Hed been expecting a cold, brittle, uptight gold digger. What he got was a warm, funny, down-to-earth woman who could give as good as she got and was obviously serious about her business. Brandon was definitely getting his moneys worth.
Her hair must have started the evening piled neatly on top of her head. But it was a little worse for wear now. Stray wisps teased her delicate ears and dangled around her square-cut emerald earrings.
The earrings matched the tight sheath of a dress she wore. It had probably started the evening a little higher and neater, too. Not that he minded. Not as long as they were hidden away in a dark corner where nobody else could get a glimpse of her cleavage.
A gentleman would tell her about her precarious hold on decency. Luckily, Tyler had never been a gentleman.
The waiter appeared and placed the scotch in front of Tyler and the wine in front of Jenna.
Will you be placing your order now? he asked, notepad at the ready, his dour expression aimed at Jenna.
Tyler hoped shed hit him with a one-liner, but she bit her bottom lip guiltily and quickly reached for the menu.