Chapter 96

Christian’s POV

When it came down to it, I didn't date that many girls. There wasn't a reason to; after all, most girls practically threw themselves at me. The closest I came to dating anyone was meeting someone at a bar and buying a couple of paltry drinks for her. We all knew where the night was going to end, though; that was never a question.

For some reason, things felt different with Gretchen.

I called up Mark a few hours before the date. “I need to get a suit tailored,” I told him.

“Oh,” Mark said, sounding a bit flustered. “I know a good place that I can take you to.”

“Good,” I said. “Meet me here in twenty minutes.”

When Mark pulled up in front of my hotel, I was already impatiently waiting outside, even though he got there a few minutes early. “What do you need a suit for anyway, man?” Mark asked as we drove.

I shrugged. “I'm going on that date tonight; remember, I told you about it?” I'd asked him for recommendations about where to