The Vow. Cheryl Ntumy S.
night didn’t do you justice.”
She gave him a coy smile. “Thank you. Shall we order? I’m starving.”
They placed their orders and then settled into conversation.
“So you manage a hotel,” she began. “Is it fun?”
“Fun?” he laughed. “No one’s ever asked me that before. No, it’s not exactly fun. I do enjoy it, though. I suppose your job must be fun.”
Rethabile grinned. “The best in the world. I help create the kind of moments people remember for the rest of their lives. Some of them are low-key, but most of them really are grand gestures. Like this one engagement we had on a hilltop at sunrise.”
He smiled. “Wow. You’re really into this stuff. What’s your tag line again? ‘Making magical moments’?”
“That’s right.”
As they waited for the food, they spoke about work and family. Rethabile felt completely at ease with him. Her initial nervousness was gone, but every time he smiled or looked at her, her heart fluttered and her stomach threatened to jump into her throat. It was his twinkling eyes, she decided. Or maybe his soft, tempting lips. Or his broad shoulders, strong arms and large, manly hands . . .
She dragged her thoughts back to the conversation. “I can’t believe you have four siblings. I only have two and that’s plenty!”
“Well, my brothers are overseas and my sisters are scattered across the continent, so it doesn’t feel crowded any more,” he explained. “I love them, but I must admit, I hated being the middle child.”
They were halfway through dessert when he reached across the table and took her hand. A jolt of desire went through her body, shocking her with its intensity.
“I want to see you again,” he told her.
“I’m free on Saturday.” Don’t look at his lips, she warned herself.
“Do you swim?”
Rethabile frowned. “Yes . . . why?”
“Meet me at the hotel at noon. We’ll have lunch, take a swim in the private pool, and get to know each other better.”
She gulped. The idea of being alone with a half-dressed Lucas Khumalo was unbearably tempting. How could she say no? But then again . . . how could she say yes? “I . . . uh . . . what’s wrong with the regular pool?”
“Oh.” He looked flustered. “Sure, the regular pool, if that will make you more comfortable. I wasn’t trying to . . . ”
“I know,” she beamed at him. “I have to get back to the office, and I’m sure you do too. Thanks for lunch, Lucas. I really enjoyed it.”
“Me too.” He rose to pull out her chair. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy had done that for her.
“I’ll see you on Saturday,” she said.
“Saturday.” He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but didn’t.
She walked away from the table. She could feel his eyes on her. She hoped he was appreciating the way the dress hugged her figure. Imagine what could happen if she and Lucas were alone in a pool together, dressed in nothing but their swimsuits . . .
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