He couldn't say why, exactly. Maybe the glimpse beneath the Perfect Princess exterior humanized her in some way. Knocked her off her perfect pedestal. Or maybe it was simply the deep, pure blue of her eyes. Regardless, his initial resistance to her began to thaw. The meaning of Sally's smirking mouth had become clear with his first sight of his date. Allison exuded sensuality like a drug. Every head had turned to watch her approach his table, male and female alike. Sally probably thought getting him laid by her fiery-haired neighbor would help him relax and ease him back into the dating scene. That might be true, but sex with a near stranger wasn't on his agenda. She was all wrong for him, in any case. A party princess like her would never suit a guy like him. He was too serious, too grounded, and not looking for a casual hook up. Sex with her was off the table. But with the pressure of those possibilities out of the way, at least he could relax and enjoy lunch in the company of a beautiful woman.
