Chapter 6


    Spring looked around the ce then settled her attention back on Dez. His face was alight with interest


    as he stared at her. If she didn''t watch herself, she might get lost in those soulful gray eyes of his. "Your


    friends have a really nice ce."


    "Well," he began but stopped when the server she''d almost knocked over appeared at their table.


    "Chris," Dez said, ncing up at the server.


    "Dezmond," the server gritted out. He ced a basket of bread, two wine sses, a ss of water, and


    a bottle of wine on the table then looked at Spring. His look of boredom was quickly reced with a


    winning smile. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he winked. "Anything at all."


    Amused, Spring started to tell him that she was fine but Dez answered for her.


    "Go away, Chris."


    Chris chuckled as he gave her a slight bow then walked off.


    "I apologize. Chris can be a bit immature."


    "It''s not a problem, really." Besides, she found Chris''s flirting adorable. He clearly wanted to ruffle Dez''s


    feathers.


    "I''m thinking eating here was a mistake." Dez looked over his shoulder.


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    Spring followed his gaze to an area where some of the staff were gathered. At least ten employees


    were talking as they periodically looked over at their table.


    Dez turned back to her, his brows furrowed. "I know we just met but what do you say we get this to go?


    I live just around the corner. We can eat, maybe hang out. I don''t know...I just don''t want the night to


    end just yet."


    Spring knew that going to his ce was a no-no. She didn''t know him and if this had been a chance


    meeting like he thought it was, she would never even consider leaving with him. Only, this wasn''t a


    meeting of chance. It was a job and she felt she still had to see it through.


    "You aren''t a murdering psycho, who cut up women and wear their skin, are you?"


    "Only during business hours. At night I''m just a regr guy." Dez reached into his pocket and took out


    what looked to be his wallet. He pulled out his license and slid it across the table. "You can trust that I


    won''t do anything crazy. Snap a pic of that and send it to your family and friends." Spring raised a


    questioning brow. "I know," he chuckled, "it''s little insurance but I just don''t want to say good night just


    yet."


    "Honestly, I don''t either," Spring admitted.


    "Great." Dez got to his feet and jogged over to the area where the gathering of employees stood. He


    said a few words to them then disappeared through a swinging door.


    Spring lifted the identification card and looked it over. She giggled when she read his middle name.


    Huckleberry?


    (Who in the world named him that?)


    Spring took an image of his license then sent it to Summer with a text saying that she was leaving with


    Dez. Almost immediately her phone chimed with the tone that signaled she received a text.


    Summer: You can''t be serious. Don''t go to his ce


    Spring: He''s nice. Stop worrying


    Summer: Famousst words. I''m gonna call Grams


    Spring: You tell, I tell


    Summer: Fine. He kills you and leaves a piece of candy on your body, I get your clothes. Win for me


    Spring: TTYL


    Summer: Whatever


    Right after Spring pressed the send key for herst text, a shadow fell over her. She bit back a gasp


    then sighed when she realized it was Dez. The mention of killer and candy in the same sentence must


    have gotten to her.


    "I settled with the kitchen and got our food to go. Do you mind sitting in the waiting area until our food is


    ready?"


    Spring shook her head, "No."


    Dez helped her with her chair then took her by the hand and led her back to the waiting area. Spring


    couldn''t help but add "considerate" to the mounting list of things she liked about him. They could have


    sat at the table until their food was brought to them but he knew that people were waiting to dine in.


    And he didn''t want the attention we were getting from the staff, her inner voice whispered, but she


    ignored it.


    She wasn''t sure what she expected when she decided to do this job, but she didn''t expect Dez to be as


    gorgeous as he was, as helpful, and as thoughtful. He definitely didn''t need a paid escort, because by


    the way the women, customers, and employees were eyeing him, he could havepany any time he


    desired.


    They didn''t talk as they stood in the crowded room waiting for their food to be brought out. Spring


    wasn''t sure why, Dez was certainly standing close enough to her to engage her in small talk. Instead,


    Dez just smiled whenever she looked in his direction. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach whenever


    their eyes met, so Spring did her best to avoid his entrapping beautiful gaze. That, along with the


    alluring smile that put his beautiful white teeth and dimpled cheeks on disy.


    God...dimples, Spring thought as she tried to focus her attention on anyone and anything but Dez.


    The customers who filled the waiting room talked about everything from food choices to the events


    happening in the news. It was all very interesting but Spring couldn''t concentrate on any of it. The only


    topic of interest was to her left, and his attention was pinned on her.