found Marty attractive in quirky hipster kind of way when she’d first opened the door. But hipster was not how she’d describe him now. And the thought of the man touching her...
She washed down the spurt of bile that rose in her throat with another swig of expensive wine. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for the dating scene. Medical school had consumed her every waking moment for so long that she’d forgotten what it was like to live in the normal world. Or to dream of visiting luxury hotels like the Chatsfield.
And now here she was, sitting almost directly beneath the largest chandelier she’d ever laid eyes on.
Branching out in ten different directions, the light fixture was probably bigger than her entire bedroom back at the flat. Hundreds of delicate crystals sent a flurry of rainbows throughout the space, one of which was nestled on their red tablecloth. Chelsea’s gaze returned to that tiny arc of light again and again, imagining all kinds of possibilities. She could use her spoon and reflect the beam to nearby diners as a type of distress signal, but that would probably be frowned upon not only by Marty, but by the staff as well.
Maybe she could at least ask to see the rest of the hotel before she left. Surely as an architect, her date would be interested in the stately old building. Although, according to him, he designed modern structures. Chrome and glass and shiny new surfaces.
Chelsea, on the other hand, loved the history and charm of older buildings.
A red-suited server arrived, a linen towel draped over one arm and an artfully arranged dish of escargot-stuffed mushrooms balanced on the palm of his other hand. He gave a slight bow. ‘Your appetizers.’
Chelsea smiled up at the man, grateful for the interruption no matter how brief. As Marty instructed him on where to place the platter and how he wanted the dish served, she edged her spoon toward the spot of light on her table, then slid it beneath the light. It flashed, the reflected beam sailing somewhere, although she had to force herself not to glance around to try to find where it had landed.
‘More wine, Madame?’
The waiter’s voice carried a hint of pity...or maybe that was just her imagination.
‘Yes, please.’ Her glass was still half full, but she had a feeling she was going to need a few more refills to get through the rest of the evening. When she glanced up to smile again, she noted that man’s eyes had shifted to another part of the room. Quick as a flash, his attention was back, and he was just as courtly and professional as he’d been seconds earlier. He refilled her glass and gave another quick bow. But not before looking past her again to something behind her, his brows drawing together.
Wonder what that’s all about. A woman? Or a table that’s livelier than ours?
She shrugged away the thought. Lila had complained about her self-defeating attitude many times before. Chelsea had to admit the nurse had a point. Her friend would have taken charge of the conversation with Marty and somehow wrestled the subject onto things she was interested in, rather than allowing the man to ramble on and on about his life and work.
It was pretty obvious he found nothing about her interesting. No doubt her name would soon be added to his Book of Boring Individuals. Actually that book was probably hundreds of pages long by now.
She stabbed her appetizer fork into the nearest mushroom and lifted it toward her mouth.
‘What are you specializing in?’
The question startled her so much that a snail—precariously perched on top of the mushroom—almost slid off onto the table.
‘I’m sorry?’
Marty’s pale blue eyes were focused on her. Right on her. And his mustache had finally gone still. Now that she got a good look at it, there were a couple of straggly hairs that needed a trim.
‘I asked what you plan to specialize in.’
Wow. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. She’d finished her general studies, so she was already a doctor. But she planned to go even further, into something that was near and dear to her heart. ‘Pediatric oncology.’
‘Oncology.’ The frown was back along with the twitchy facial hair. ‘Why would you want to do that?’
Why? Why?
She could have asked him why he planned to build a metal structure using only the damned Pythagorean Theorem as a guide. Or why he didn’t do something that would be of use to mankind. But she hadn’t.
And suddenly telling him about her kid sister who’d been taken from her at far too young an age seemed disrespectful to Patty’s memory.
She lifted her chin and belted out a bold-faced lie, instead. ‘I’m actually doing it for the money.’
Shocker of shockers, Marty relaxed in his seat with a smile big enough to turn his mustache into a sideways parenthesis. ‘I can respect that.’
Okay. She was done with the man, Lila or no Lila.
The light gleaming on her spoon caught her attention. Her little cry for help was still being sent out into the universe. Maybe Patty would see it and come to her rescue.
Or maybe it was time to realize that no one was coming to her aid. It was up to her.
But first, she was going to eat a few bites of this appetizer. Surely she’d earned that much. She popped the bite into her mouth, just as Marty went off onto another topic involving his firm and their charitable giving to underprivileged children in developing countries. Ironic, considering his reaction to her doing-it-for-the-money statement.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the smooth cool feel of the fork as it slid across her lips...on the tang of garlic and herbs as it combined with the earthy tones of the snail and mushroom.
Mmm. Wonderful. Not at all what she’d expected.
At least her date had good taste when it came to food—she swallowed and chased it down with another sip of her wine.
Maybe she could wait this out just a little bit longer. She dragged her spoon out from beneath the beam of light and forked up her second escargot, a renewed sense of hope coming over her. She even managed a smile for Marty, who blinked, his gaze dipping to her mouth and then beyond, to where the scooped neckline of her silk dress exposed a little bit of skin. When his eyes came back to her face, there was a definite gleam of interest. ‘Green looks good on you.’
Huh? Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
The last thing she wanted was for him to get the wrong idea about where this night was headed. Because once she hit the door to her flat, their time together was over. Forever.
Okay. New rule. No smiling at her date. ‘So tell me more about this Pythagorean building. Does it have a name?’
He settled back into his seat. ‘Not officially. But I’m calling it The Equation for now.’
‘Very clever.’
He dove back into the subject with gusto.
Their server was now over by the dark paneled wall, conversing with a woman in a grey pencil skirt and matching jacket. A hotel employee? Probably from the looks of it.
