13
Bree
“Let’s try this again,” Jason murmurs as we are seated at a brunch spot.
It’s a buffet I’ve been wanting to try, and lucky for me, they stop serving at three. Between waking up early for a Chloe makeover, shimming into that dress for Jason’s perusal, and collecting a wonderful orgasm, I’m starving.
Our server takes our order for water. and Jason orders a peach Bellini carafe. The moment the guy walks away, I find myself at the omelet stations, ordering one with everything. Once I have it, I pile up my plate with home fries, breakfast meats, and grits. I get a made-to-order chocolate chip waffle and some fruit. I make it to the table with two plates in hand and one balancing on my forearm.
“Used to be a server?” he jokes over his very boring plate of toast, an egg white omelet with no cheese, turkey bacon, and a few berries.
“No, but you get pretty good at juggling things in a research lab.”
“Why do you have so much food? Where are you going to put it?”
I watch as the butter melts on the waffle and make the chocolate chips glisten, and I fantasize about it being in my mouth.
“I’m going to stuff my face, Jason—unapologetically,” I add.
Jason smirks, his eyes flirty and light green in the sun filtering inside.
“I was just asking. It doesn’t look like you have the stomach capacity for the feast you have over there.”
“I didn’t really eat dinner, and this is my first meal for today. Trust me, there’s space.”
Jason purses his lips. I didn’t mean to make him feel any kind of way about dinner; I was just stating the facts.
I kill time by adding some banana slices to my waffle. I take a small bite of the waffle triangle and moan over the chocolatey, buttery goodness.
Jason perks up, summoning the dirty bastard who was tucked away.
“I thought you only made those noises for me.”
I laugh and take another bite before answering. “Good food was the closest thing I got to good sex before I met you.”
“And now?” he inquires, before taking a bite of his turkey bacon.
“Do you really need your ego stroked right now?”
Jason’s grin is as devastatingly handsome as it was the first time I’d seen it.
“I’d much rather you stroked something else.”
I giggle and take a sip of my water without responding. We fall into a comfortable silence while we eat. Jason pushes his empty plate aside and studies me like he did last night right before the interview started.
Holding up a finger, I finish chewing part of my omelet, then speak.
“No. No. Mister. You’re answering questions today. How many siblings do you have?”
“A sister,” he tells me, after sipping his Bellini. “She’s not in Houston, though.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. She’s a military wife, so she’s everywhere. They’re in Japan right now.”
“Wow. I traveled a bit with my uncle but haven’t made it to Japan just yet.”
“Is traveling something you want to do?”
