Alex Kava Bundle - Alex Kava [201]
Now they both waited. She hated all the interruptions. It was bad enough they were having an unusually late Sunday dinner because of Daniel’s business dealings. Why couldn’t he, at least, take Sundays off? She fingered the long-stemmed rose he had brought her, and found herself wishing that just once he could be more creative. Why not some violets or a clump of daisies?
Finally, Daniel firmly, but calmly, called the person on the other end of the line “an incompetent asshole.” Fortunately for Tess and the wine steward, that was his closing.
He snapped the cellular phone in half and slipped it into his breast pocket. Without looking up, he grabbed the glass, sipped then spit the wine back without giving it a swirl in his mouth.
“This is sewer water. I asked for a 1984 Bordeaux. What the hell is this crap?”
Tess felt her nerves tense in anticipation. Not again. Why couldn’t they ever go out without Daniel making a scene. She watched the poor wine steward twist the bottle around, desperate to read the label.
“It is a 1984 Bordeaux, sir.”
Daniel snatched the bottle from the young man’s hands and took a look. Immediately, he snorted under his breath and handed it back.
“I don’t want a goddamn California wine.”
“But you said domestic, sir.”
“Yes, and as far as I remember, New York is still in the United States.”
“Yes, of course, sir. I’ll bring another bottle.”
“So,” Daniel said, letting her know he was ready to talk to her though his hands rearranged his silverware and folded the napkin in his lap. “You said we had something to celebrate?”
She pushed up her dress strap, wondering why she had spent two hundred and fifty dollars on a dress that wouldn’t stay up on her. A sexy, black dress that Daniel hadn’t noticed. Even when he looked up at her, he raised an eyebrow at her fumbling instead of at the dress, and instantly he frowned at her. Dear God, she didn’t need another lecture about fidgeting in public. The man spent more time rearranging his dinnerware than he did eating, and yet, he felt he could lecture her about fidgeting. She pretended not to notice his frown and launched into her good news. If she kept enthusiastic, he couldn’t possibly ruin this night for her. Could he?
“I sold the Saunders’ house last week.”
His brow furrowed, reminding her that he didn’t have time to remember where the hell each of her clients lived.
“It’s the huge Tudor on the north side. But the best part is that Delores is letting me keep the entire selling bonus.”
“Well, that is good news, Tess. We should be having champagne and not wine.” He turned in his chair, going into what looked like a search-and-destroy mode. “Where the hell is that incompetent imbecile?”
“No, Daniel, don’t.”
He scowled at her for squelching his noble gesture, and she hurried to correct it.
“You know I enjoy wine much more than champagne. Please, let’s have wine.”
He raised his hands in mock defeat. “Whatever pleases you. Tonight is your night.”
He began to sip from his water glass but stopped, grabbed his napkin and wiped at the water spots. Tess braced herself for another scene, but Daniel managed to get the glass in satisfactory condition on his own. He replaced his napkin and the glass without taking a sip.
“So, how much is this selling bonus? I hope you didn’t spend it all on that overpriced frock that won’t stay on your shoulders.”
She felt the heat crawl up her neck before she had a chance to contain it.
“Of course not.” She kept her voice strong and managed a quick smile, pretending to enjoy his savage attempt at what he called dry humor.
“So? How much?” he wanted to know.
“Almost ten thousand dollars,” she said, holding up her chin proudly.
“Well, that is a nice little chunk of change for you, isn’t it?”
This time he sipped his water without cleaning the glass. Already his eyes darted around the room, looking for familiar faces. She knew it was a sort of professional habit and not meant to be rude, but each time, she felt as though he was hoping to be rescued from a mundane