“You could. Their Godiva chocolate brownie sundae is fucking delicious too.”
Then he turned to the waitress and flirted with her.
I crossed my arms over my chest and would’ve said something snarky, but movement out of the corner of my eye reminded me that we were being watched. Literally. Hundreds of thousands of people could eventually watch me be annoyed that Dylan found our waitress attractive.
And was that what I wanted people to think when they saw me?
Oh god, how could I ever act normal when I was so aware of them?
“And you, darlin’, what can I get you?”
I’d been so into my feelings that I hadn’t even registered what Dylan had ordered. After shaking my head slightly, I smiled up at the hovering blonde. “Uh, I’m sorry. Are we doing drinks or ordering food too?”
Dylan gave me a concerned look. “Food, remember? I’m getting the Steak Diane.”
“Right. Uh…” I looked down at the menu and ordered the first thing I saw. “Can I get the eggroll sampler as an entrée? With a side salad and just water for me. Please.”
I tacked the please on the end when she continued to stare at me.
She tapped away at her tablet before giving Dylan a flirty smile. “I’ll have that right out for you. Please let me know if you need anything else.”
Then she turned and gave her walk a little extra jiggle as she left the room.
But it was all for naught, since Dylan didn’t bother to watch her go. All his attention was trained on me.
“So what did you think of your first morning at Badass Builds?”
I gave him a quick smile even as my eyes darted to the camera currently circling the table. It was so hard to pretend like they weren’t there when they moved around. “Um, well, it was a lot of paperwork. I’ve never had a job that required so much paperwork on day one.”
“Half of that was because of them.” He nodded at the hovering production staff.
There were literally five guys standing around watching us sit in a restaurant. This was all so surreal.
“Right. Um.” I had to pause and clear my throat. “I did, uh, get around to listening to some of the voicemail for the office before we left for lunch.”
“Oh yeah?” Dylan smirked and leaned back in his chair. “You hear anything interesting?”
“I didn’t get through all fifty-nine messages, but most were from women. More than half of them were asking for you by name.”
Dylan shook his head, but I could’ve sworn his cheeks darkened with a blush.
Was he embarrassed?
“But that’s to be expected, right?” I teased him gently. “Aren’t you the last remaining bachelor Burns brother?”
“Technically only Austin and Ryan are engaged, but yeah. I’m the only single brother.”
“Is that difficult?” I asked, leaning on the table and angling my body toward him. “Do you feel like you have to carry the mantle for your fallen brothers?”
“Wait, you don’t think I’ve been with all those women, do you?”
I blinked a few times. Honestly, I had wondered. I shrugged. “Maybe?”
“Wow. How big of a whore do you think I am?”
My shoulders hunched as I shrank in my chair. “Well, a lot of them mentioned wanting to see you again. What was I supposed to think?”
“That I met them at a meet and greet. We do events around town all the time. I don’t—I haven’t… I wouldn’t,” he finished lamely.
