“Order whatever you want,” Ryan
said, waiting for her to choose the salad, as did most of the girls he dated.
“Good, because I am starving!”
Again, that’s what most of the girls said, he thought ruefully. So when the
server reappeared, he allowed Clarissa to order for herself, not knowing which
dressing she would choose.
“Well, I’ll have the house salad,
with ranch,” Clarissa said, as Ryan rolled his eyes. “I’ll follow that up with
the nine ounce sirloin, medium rare. The baked potato, loaded, with the
seasonal veggies.” She smiled primly at Ryan’s shocked expression. “Oh, and
don’t forget to bring the dessert tray by at the end.”
“Very good, miss.” If the server
seemed surprised by her order, he kept his face neutral as he took Ryan’s
order. “I’ll have the lady’s salad and your soup up immediately.”
He moved off, and Ryan looked at
Clarissa. “You were expecting me to order a salad and the fat-free dressing?”
It was her turn to surprise him, and she did, when she turned up the wattage on
her grin. He was mesmerized by her blue eyes and the delicate, bare neck she
exposed with her low neckline.
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