As promised, a drink waited for me upon my arrival. Kamikaze shots sat on a plastic tray inside Amazon Don’s living room. Candles were lit. Steve Grand was playing on the stereo. The man was dressed in nothing more than a pair of khaki shorts and a blooming smile, which I believed adorable
“It’s hot tonight,” he said, passing me a Kamikaze shot.
“You’re hot,” I admitted.
“To us,” he shared a toast, clinking his shot glass against my own.
We guzzled the shots and went for seconds.
“You want to tell me why you’ve been acting weird? I understand the chase when it comes to men, but you’re an extremist at it.”
“Soon,” I admitted. “Now is not the time. I promise to be on my best behavior from here out.”
“I was worried you didn’t like me. One minute you seemed to be into me…and the next you were ignoring me.”
“Don’t think that. I adore you. You’re my Mr. Right. I’m here right now to prove that I like you.”
“Prince Charming,” he corrected.