Objectively speaking, Avery knew that he was a handsome man. He had been told as much plenty of times by Ezra and Sloane, and even Benjamin made a regular effort of reminding him just how snazzy or dazzling he was. Or whatever ridiculous word of choice the other professor had in store for him on the given day. But there were people who were handsome in a conventional way, and then there were those who were attractive. He supposed that the likes of Ezra, Benjamin and even Kai could fall squarely into the second category, while he himself fit quite logically into the first. The only sex heâd ever had was with a wife who he hadnât loved and who hadnât loved him either and a vile, older man who seemed to view him as nothing but a means to an end.Â
Sufficed to say, he was well out of his depth tonight, but he was giving himself enough grace to be proud that he was trying at all.Â
So, when Tanvi told him he was handsome, he chose to believe that not only did she mean it, but that the appraising look she gave him was a sure sign of her attraction, too! A worthy start to the date, he should think.Â
âOh, yes. I suppose it is,â Avery responded, glancing down at the tight fit of his suit.Â
He hadnât given much thought to the brand, nor did he know a whole lot about fashion in general. It would be completely disingenuous to imply that he bought cheap or poorly made clothes, but even items with a sizeable price tag on them meant little to nothing to him. He believed heavily in quality over quantity and wore cashmere sweaters for the comfort and durability rather than the pride of flaunting his bank balance. But Tanvi certainly had an eye for those things, and he was in no position to undermine her knowledge now. If the suit impressed her, then he would certainly flaunt it.Â
A genuine laugh carried across the table as she asked him of his knowledge of wine. Truthfully, that was far closer to his area of expertise. After the breakdown of his marriage and the injury that had ensued, heâd guzzled his fair share of bottles without giving the price a second thought. It was of no relevance to him so long as he had the finest bottle and the largest glass he could find.Â
âOh, quite right. Though, I do believe the lady should always get first pick,â Avery noted, shifting the responsibilty onto her. He hoped it would read as a charming move rather than a lazy one, hoping to flash his card for long enough that she might deem him impressive. âPay no mind to the prices, of course.âÂ
He offered what he hoped was a winning smile, before letting it melt into something smarmier, a laugh toppling from his lips. He shook his head, thinking of their mutual... âFriendâ was likely too kind of a word for how he viewed Kai Tucker.Â
âBesides, I think I can trust you to find us both something classier than that horrid Mountain Dew that Tucker drinks by the bucketload,â he laughed heartily, feeling confident that Tanviâs own irritation for the other man should match his.Â
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