“That was great. Let’s do another one. My treat,” I say, squealing as we emerge from the final room of the bank heist.
“Which one do you want to do?”
“The zombie apocalypse.” Feeling giddy, I start to reach for my purse to pull out my card to pay for the two tickets but by the time I look up to where the register is, Emanuel is already paying to add our names to the list.
“Hey,” I frown, tugging on his shirt for him to look back at me. “I said it wasmytreat. You’ve already paid for lunch and the first room.”
“And now I’m paying for the second. Don’t argue,” he orders while smacking me on my jeans covered behind.
I can’t help the giggle that pours from my lips.
The second escape room is just as much fun as the first, albeit scarier. The zombie room is darker, more difficult to see, however. But Emanuel has no problem navigating his way around and finding the clues we need to find in the midst of all the chaos, to lead the way out.
“That’s not fair!” I argue in the car on the way home.
He chuckles. “What? I can’t help it if my career prepares me for this sort of thing.”
“It’s not fair that most of the people in that room, including myself, spend forty hours of our week in a well-lit office staring at computer screens all day. You, on the other hand, have to practically learn to walk blind, feeling your way through strange houses and buildings. It gives you an unfair advantage at this sort of thing.”
“Not my fault they chose piss poor careers.”
I giggle out loud. “What if they really like their jobs?”
He shrugs while keeping his eyes on the road. “Sucks for them.”
I shake my head.
“How about you? Do you really like your job?”
My heart sinks a little and my smile falters. “I’m still learning,” is all I say before changing the subject to something else.
We’re headed back to Emanuel’s so he can cook us dinner. Of course, he won’t tell me what he’s preparing. It’s the perfect ending to a great Saturday.
****
Emanuel
“That was delicious.” Janine sighs as she places the dishes from our dinner into my dishwasher.
I take her by the wrist to stop her. “You don’t need to put those away. I can do that later.”
She immediately begins shaking her head. “No way. After you prepared that delicious chili, and the apple crumb pie and ice cream to go with it …”
“I didn’t exactly prepare the pie and ice cream.”
Smiling, she lifts on her toes, pressing a kiss to my lips. I deepen the kiss because my bodily instinct takes over.
She pulls back. “I know, but they were delicious nonetheless. I’m going to have to walk to work this week or something to work these calories off.”
I frown, disliking the way she’s patting her belly as she says that bullshit.
“I’ll show you how to work it off,” I growl, lowering my head and licking the side of her neck as I press her back against my kitchen sink.
“Mmm,” she moans, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I instantly get an idea.
I take a few steps backwards. “We’re going to work those calories off by the end of the night.”
She lifts an eyebrow, giving me a curious look.
