Collide (Collide #1)(14)

She went to write down his order but stopped. "It has spinach on it, too. Is that alright?"

Slowly dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, Gavin smiled. "Does it include your name and number with it as well?"

Damn him and those lips, Emily thought to herself.

Trying to act as if she was unriveted by his question, she pulled Fallon's number out and handed it to him. "No, not mine, but she wanted me to give you hers." Emily crooked her neck in Fallon's direction where she was standing at the host station watching them. "Hope she's your type."

Gavin didn't take his eyes off Emily, not even for a second. "I'm not interested in her," he answered evenly, sliding the piece of paper to the edge of the table.

"How do you know you're not interested? You haven't turned around to look at her."

Resting his elbow on the table, a smile softened his perfectly sinful mouth. "I know I'm not interested in her because the only woman's name and number in Manhattan that I want is standing right here."

Emily shifted on her feet, her breath catching in the back of her throat. "Well, I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend."

"I assumed you did," he replied, casually crossing his legs. "It would seem almost impossible for you not to have one."

"You assumed I did, yet you're still asking me for my number?"

With the stroke of his gaze shifting to her left hand, he smiled. "Yes, but I don't see a ring on your finger, and while there's not a ring on your finger, there still may be hope for me."

Emily raised an incredulous brow. "So you're basically saying that you're a cheater?"

"I've said no such thing," he laughed.

Smiling, she tilted her head to the side. "Well, you're assuming that I would cheat on my boyfriend to go out on a date with you, so that right there makes you a cheater."

"I'm hoping you'll break up with your boyfriend and go out on a date with me," he quickly countered with a wry curving of his lips. "That right there makes me an honest man."

She started writing down his order. "Honest, no. Conceited, yes."

"I prefer to use the term hopeful," he replied, studying the way she nervously bit her lip. "Can I at least get the name of the breathtakingly beautiful waitress who's taking care of me then?"

Heated by his words, but not wanting to reveal her real name, Emily simply replied, "Molly. My name's Molly."

Gavin opened his mouth to speak when Antonio called out from across the restaurant.

"Country, you have a phone call."

Emily unwillingly tore her attention from Gavin. She sauntered over to the host station where Fallon stood with a curious look molding her face.

"Well, what did he say?" Fallon asked.

Emily frowned. "He has a girlfriend."

"Fuck, and I waited, too," she blurted out. Picking up her purse, she headed out the door. "Guess the old man will have to do for now. I'll see you tomorrow."

After a wave to bid Fallon goodbye, Emily reached for the phone and found it was Dillon calling to make plans for the evening. After they hung up, she was glad that he called. It brought her thoughts back to where she knew they should be. Drawing in a deep breath, she strolled over to the computer and entered Gavin's order. She greeted a family of three and completed her side work for the day.

Eventually, she risked a glance over to Gavin when she took a seat at the coffee bar to wait for his order. She felt inordinately overwhelmed as their eyes met and locked. She was confused. She didn't know why she was shaken by his gaze and hated the fact that she actually liked the way he stared at her. Emily suddenly snapped from her coma-like daze when she heard one of the cooks call for her. She went into the kitchen, picked up Gavin's food, and grabbed a coffee pot.