Damon Sinclair is a simple Marine with simple needs and after five years of active duty in the sandbox, he’s ready to settle down and feed people’s souls. But when the rest of his Brothers sign up with the 1Night Stand dating service, the opening night of his new restaurant includes a date with Madame Evangeline’s hand picked choice. Helena Blake has focused her entire life on her education and legal career. But, there must be more to life than legal briefs and the Styrofoam take-out palace decorating the interior of her refrigerator. And finally, a year after signing up for the 1Night Stand service, Eve has found her a date. Wine is poured, incredible food is served, and sparks fly creating a total seduction of the senses as Damon prepares a birthday celebration that Helena will never forget.
“He planned the meal for six-thirty, but he wasn’t sure whether you preferred a white or a red wine and that will tell him a lot about what to serve first.”
Oh, he didn’t, did he? Well, two can play. She lowered the cup. “My wine selection?”
Again with the amusement. What does he know that I don’t?
“Wines say a lot about someone. A person who orders a dry white is a focused individual, and prefers clearly defined foods, with a smoky cheese. Whereas the patron who enjoys a fruity white is more likely to indulge in a spicy dish.” The lyrical cadence to his words fascinated her.
She rubbed her finger against the warm side of the coffee cup. A swallow of the bitter black brew helped. It was far less than her stomach wanted, but it would have to do for now.
“And red wines?”
“Reds are complicated. First, there are the blushes. The shy palate prefers a blush because she knows what she’s getting, but she really wants to experiment. She just doesn’t know how. She who desires a merlot possesses sophisticated taste, but is very clear on what she won’t try. And Burgundies…” the faux waiter sighed, dragging the word out until the breath caught in her throat. “Burgundies are for those hungry for something they’ve never had before.”
“And you can tell all of that by what wine a person orders?” Her heart thudded against her ribs with a curious thrill of anticipation. If he was the example, this restaurant would be a smashing success.
“Yes, ma’am. Which wine would you prefer?”
“Can you tell what wine a person will order by looking at them?” Good Lord, I’m flirting with him. Please be the date just playing a game. Her gaze flicked to the empty seat across the table and back to him. It was a subtle hint, but the man seriously seemed to notice everything. His blue eyes were amazing, but he didn’t seem to take the hint.
All the noise and chaos behind him faded as he leaned in with a secretive smile. “Sometimes.”
“Surprise me.” She nibbled her lower lip, probably scraping what was left of her lipstick off, but she didn’t care. He wasn’t looking at her mouth. Correction, the waiter wasn’t looking just at her mouth. Instead, he seemed to take in her whole body and she straightened, almost self-conscious of the appraisal.
“I’ll do that.” He circled the table to retrieve a napkin and snapped it out to lay over her lap. The move was so at odds with the location and yet utterly charming nonetheless. “My name is Damon and it will be my pleasure to serve you tonight.”