Late Into The Night

Tippa was floored as she stood there, lost for words and specific actions. She was flattered, yes. But at the same time, all Tippa could think, "This man must be used to airheaded women who fall at his feet. She knew for sure he came from wealth by the bottle of wine and the meal for two he had just ordered. It was nearly $200.00.

"Sir, thank you for the offer, but I must pass. So, I will not be bringing my manager to speak to you about your dinner offer. Now, would you like to order that steak or something else?" She said, smiling.

Ross sighed, closing his eyelids slowly, allowing the dark, almost unnaturally long lashes to sweep under his eyes as his fingers gently rubbed his lids. Then, he gradually opened his dark, slanted eyes, giving her a smoldering look, which she was sure was his first move in operation to change her mind. She fell for his charming ways once, but not this time.

While observing him, Tippa's hands eased into her apron's front pockets as she tried to be patient a