We find a table and deposit our fare. I grab her hand before she sits. I pull her to me.
“I’m going to feed you pineapple,” I announce
Heaven smirks at me, most likely thinking this display is another ploy to irritate her rival or Stephanie, but it’s not. I seize any opportunity I can to touch her. Eventually, I’ll make it clear that I want to touch her when no one is watching—all over, naked…until she screams. I digress, I swipe a fresh pineapple chunk from my plate and run it along her bottom lip then withdraw. I watch as a drop of juice pools at the center of her bottom lip. The pink tip of her tongue soaks up the sweet nectar. I return the fruit and press it between her lips.
Her lips part, accepting the fruit. Heaven chews slowly, savoring the sweetness. Her eyes flutter closed, and her body hums its satisfaction, right before she swallows. Now, she watches me under her lashes, silently questioning my next move. I want to take her right there on the fucking table. However, I have an aversion to jail. Plus, I refuse to traumatize children. Instead, I take the safest route—okay, the safer route. I run the pad of my thumb across her lips then suck the residual sweetness from it.
I take a step back and slide into the booth. I pull her in next to me. I must sit before I’m too aroused to hide it. I take a long pull of orange juice with my straw before speaking.
“Okay, I have a feeling you invited me to breakfast for reasons other than helping me get a full belly.” I use my drink to shield my mouth from prying eyes.
Dre’s and Ashley’s friends just joined them and even with them being nosy, I’m still more worried about the Stephanie chick. Something tells me she is not used to hearing ‘no.’ She would love to find a way between us. No, I’m not some self-important prick who believes every woman is after me; Stephanie just so happened to have sat directly in my line of vision—on purpose, because there are still plenty of empty tables. Plus, every time I look up, she’s already staring in my direction. It’s predatory and not in a sexy way.
I feel like an antelope. She’s gonna bite my ass the moment I’m not looking. I shudder internally. Heaven now stares at me as if she is trying to discover all my secrets. I steal a triangle of the waffle and watch the syrup drip.
“Are you going to say something or just stare at me all day?” I take a healthy bite of my waffle. “I’m not complaining. I’m just saying.” I point out between chews.
“Sorry.” She frowns. “It’s just…the weird girl is right. You are ridiculously attractive; like, I’m having trouble finding a flaw.” She snaps her fingers. “It’s like you’ve been airbrushed or something.”
“I’m sure there are women in my past who would disagree.” I throw it out casually, although I’m terribly flattered.
Heaven shrugged. “Maybe personality-wise. Physically, you’re unreal. Are you hiding a real girlfriend somewhere? I feel like a beautiful, Amazonian model is going to jump out and try to fight me at any moment.”
She looks around like she’s talked my non-girlfriend into existence. “Nope. If I had one, I wouldn’t have kissed you last night.”
Her cheeks flush at the memory. “Not even one who couldthinkyou’re hers?”
“Nope,” I say again while chomping on some of my omelet. “I was just too focused on work to date. What else?”
“Am I unfairly blocking you from your new fan or anyone else here?”
“Hell no. In fact, scoot closer. She wants to devour my soul. I’m sure of it.”
Heaven laughs and feeds me a piece of roasted potato. “She does seem a little intense.”
“Any more questions? I can take it; I’m a big boy.” I let the double meaning sit between us.
She chews thoughtfully. “That’s the brunt of it. I didn’t want to accidentally home-wreck or cock-block you with my drama. I did practically pluck you out of the ocean.”
I raise a brow. “Are you suggesting I’m a merman?”
“You tell me King Triton…” She lets the sentence fade, while she sips her awful juice.
“He has green eyes and gray hair if I’m not mistaken.”
“True, but I’d let him hit it,” she quips, not realizing the door she’d just opened. I’m walking through…no barreling through.
“So, are you saying you’d let me hit it?” I ask unabashed while maintaining direct eye contact. If she says ‘yes,’ I swear, I’ll throw her over my shoulder.
Heaven takes a long drink of her juice. I know this tactic; she’s buying herself time to formulate her response. She’s not shocked or put off by the question, her body language is just as open as it was before I asked.
“Honestly, my friends have been trying to move me into your room from the moment we’d met,” she laughs. “In fact, Latoya even tried to access the eleventh floor, but didn’t have the card or code.”
I love them more than I thought I could for that. But, it’s not her friends’ permission I need.
“And what does Heaven have to say about it? If I gave you a card, would you get off on the eleventh floor?” I turn to face her, my food, and everyone else completely forgotten.
“This is a hard conversation to have with your stalker staring so intently.” She mouths.
