I let Kristina pick the bar, and guess what she picked. She picked Kevin's Bar and Grill. I put on a pair of sneakers and grabbed my jacket, then drove us there. We got our green bracelets, then went to the bar. "So, I want to hear about your encounter before I tell you my horror story," she said.

"Well," I said, seeing Nat walk out of the break room. "I think you should go first." Nat walked over, smirk on his face.

"I don't usually judge people who come to my bar, but I've seen you two days in a row," Nat said.

"So hilarious," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Thank you," he said, starting to mix a drink. "So, you put jeans on? Why?"

"So you can't eat me out again," I said.

"You seemed to enjoy it," he said. "And what can I get you?" he asked Kristina.

"Just any beer," she said. "So I'm guessing you were with him yesterday." I nodded, then took a sip of the drink Nat had put down for me.

"I rode a motorcycle," I said.

"And dick," Nat added, making Kristina laugh.

"Kristina, tell me your horror story," I said.

"Oh yea," she said. "Well Jack, he'd been lusting after me since before you guys started dating. But as you know, I was in a relationship with this other guy. So last week when we broke up, I was a mess. So Jack, he took it as his one chance. He got me drunk, gave me some knock out pills, and then he fucked me. And he did that for a while until you caught him."

"So do you want me to go light on the alcohol then?" Nat asked. "Cause I'm ready to pour."

"You don't put alcohol in beer," I said.

"I do," he said. "The drunker my customers, the easier it is to trick them into giving me high tip."

"You're a mess," I said.

"Well I can't trick you into going to the bathroom again," he said. "You foiled my plans, you and those sexy black jeans."

"Don't be a creep," I said.

"I wanna go on a date tonight," he said. "Where should we go?"

"No where!" I exclaimed.

"A surprise it is," he said. "When shall I pick you up?"

"Never," I said.

"8 it is," he said. "Dress nicely, I have to go serve other people." He kissed my forehead, then turned back to work.

.

Kristina picked out my outfit: a little red dress (don't worry, it wasn't tight) with off the shoulder straps, black, sandal heels, red lipstick, and my hair in its natural, wavy state. She claims I look sexy in red. And then she said she'd be staying with her other friend for the night in case we were having 'dessert' at my place. Yea, she's insane.

I was surprised that Nat found my place, considering I forgot to give him the address. He looked at me a smiled. He hand on black slacks with light blue dress shirt and blue tie, his hair messy but neat all at once. It was weird. "You look amazing," he said, probably stunned. I smiled, blushing slightly.

"You don't look too bad your self," I said. He took my hand, leading me to the parking lot. We walked to a silver BMW. I thought he had a motorcycle. "What happened to your motorcycle?" He touched his chest, faking a hurt look.

"I would never use my precious motorcycle when I could use my beautiful BMW to escort a lady," he said. "That was rude."

"I sorry," I said. He smiled, waving it off.

"Don't worry, I don't mind," he said. He opened the passenger door, stepping to the side. "Mi lady." I climbed inside and he closed the door, then went to the drivers' side. He got in, closed the door, then started the car, putting on his seat belt.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Vullicino's," he said.

"That's place is hella expensive," I said in shock.

"Just because I'm a bartender doesn't mean I can't afford to treat my lady," he said.

"I can't let you—"

"It's okay, my dad owns the place, I get some discounts," he said. "I don't have to pay that much."

"Your father is Michael Wolff?" I asked in even more shock, and he nodded, then pealed into the street.

"I hope this information doesn't change your view towards me," he said. "I like what we have."

"I'm just—I didn't think he had children," I said.

"Three," he said. "Me, my brother, and my sister."

"So the BMW," I started.

"My half birthday present," he said, then shrugged. "I bought the motorcycle with my own money. I like doing things myself."

"You have to be the coolest guy I've ever met," I said. "You're a hard worker, your kind, funny, gorgeous, and can get me some alcohol." He chuckled lightly.

When we go to the restaurant, we didn't even have to wait in the line. Good thing, because my feet were gonna hurt soon. Nat was treated so warmly. Me too, but that isn't the main thing. I still couldn't believe he was the owners son. We had a table near the back, a booth, that was closed off. "You have your own table?" I asked.

"No," he said. "We share it."

"Do you usually sleep with people, then take them here?" I asked.

"Nope, you're the first girl I've ever brought here," he said. "Feel special?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I actually like you," he said. "Now, dinner time."