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Chapter 61: Good Taste

The exposed brick walls are painted white and soft music plays over the speakers, but the voices of the people sharing a meal make the restaurant loud.

"I enjoy it when you take my suggestions," Vincent says, leaning in close once our waitress walks away.

He cologne swirls around me and I smile, not telling him the real reason behind my choice. "I figure you have good taste."

"That I do." His hand lowers, resting on my knee and disturbing the tablecloth. "How is your dad?"

I'm conflicted. Do I push his hand away or thank god for letting him touch me again?

"Good. When are you going to meet my parents?" I don't mean that the way it sounds. It's purely so they can thank him for the help he did for my father, but I worry it comes off as if I want it for other reasons.

His hand travels up my thigh and then stops halfway. "I'm not a man you bring home to Daddy."

His fingers move again and catch in the tablecloth. I look around and then fix it making sure he's covered.

I swal
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