GOD OF WINE (The Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. Book 3) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Author:Mimi Jean Pamfiloff [Pamfiloff, Mimi Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New Adult, Fiction
Publisher: P&S, Inc. - Mimi Boutique
Published: 2016-11-23T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Acan’s head spun after his interaction with Margarita. He could see the logic in what she had said about her being his best chance of thwarting the worst disaster to hit the human race since the inception of Pokémon Go; however, he simply did not see a way for them to work out as a couple. A couple who would be together forever. For. Ever. As in eternity.

Nevertheless, he could not argue that it made sense to sacrifice one night to make absolutely certain they could not work.

“Where would you like to go first?” he asked, opening the door to his black Tesla sedan parked out front of her apartment building, a four-story brick monstrosity built in the sixties and sandwiched between a sushi joint and a pawnshop.

She deserves better.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Never. But I can always eat. Where would you like to go?”

“I know just the place down the street. It’s my idea of fun.”

Fifteen minutes later, they were seated at a strange table with a large iron griddle in the middle. The cuisine was called “Korean BBQ,” but he did not see any barbeques.

“So let me get this straight,” he said. “You pay money to sit at a table and cook your own food?”

“Well, yeah. It’s supposed to be fun, and it’s healthy.” She pointed to all of the small dishes filled with fatless meats, steamed vegetables, pickled cabbage, and various sauces. “So you see, healthy cooking isn’t boring.”

“But I have to cook.”

She sighed. “Yes. But they prepare everything and wash the dishes.”

He smiled. “Oh, that certainly is better. I never do dishes.”

“Then who does them?” Margarita grabbed her chopsticks and began scraping them together.

“I have Jill. She does everything for me,” he replied.

“And does Jill know about…” Margarita fanned her chopsticks over his upper torso.

“About my hotness? Why of course. What woman wouldn’t notice?” He grinned.

“Ha. Funny. I meant about your,” she leaned in, “about your nonhuman state.”

“Ah. That. Yes, she’s aware. But she’s a necessity because she was appointed to keep me out of human jail.”

“Jail? For what?”

“My specialty is flaming drinks. I often burn things down.”

Margarita slid the plates of marinated meat away from him. “In that case, I will be doing the cooking.” The table next to them cheered loudly and began clanking their beer bottles together. “Well, nice to see someone knows how to have fun.”

“You mean to say that I don’t?” he asked.

“Yes.”

How could she say that about him? This date is already a bust.

Just then, the table of six behind them screamed, “Bottoms up!” and slammed down shots. Wild laughter broke out at the bar. The quiet, family-style restaurant suddenly turned into a rowdy, Korean saloon. The waiters started bringing out beers and shots to all of the tables. Margarita looked increasingly uncomfortable.

“Perhaps we should leave and sample your next bit of fun,” he said.

Her mouth dropped. “This is you, isn’t it?”

“Not on purpose. I simply have this effect on people, especially at night.”

She made a strange face.

“It’s part of my charm?” he offered.

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