Invitation to dinner.

Beth let the work of her afternoon wash over her in a blur. Much of it was autopilot, letting her mind wander. She wasn't keen on being expected to entertain Brian's little brother, whom she had never met, while he was wining and dining a potential client. She was getting ready to leave for the day, and honestly procrastinating, when Derek popped his head into her office around 4:10.
"You still here?"
"I'm leaving soon."
"Got to get home and make dinner for your husband-to-be?" Derek quipped. Beth smiled.
"No... he's at an event tonight, trying to hook a big client for the firm."
"Oh... so no dinner plans then?" His voice seemed suddenly amused and maybe even a little excited. She gave him a look.
"No, I guess not."
"Well then, I guess there's nothing to be done except to take you to dinner."
"Oh, is that so?" Beth laughed.
"Yeah. I have reservations for two tonight at Mastro's. 6 PM."
Beth frowned. "What happened to your date?"
"It was supposed to be Yasmin, but she's sick." Beth cocked her head in confusion. Derek's assistant Yasmin was beautiful, capable, smart and most definitely married. "Hey, don't give me that look. It was just a thank you dinner."
"So you want to thank me instead?"
"Well, I don't want to waste the reservation. I have a reputation to maintain." He flashed his pearly whites and dimples at her. "Come on..."