“Yeah.” She nods at the building. “Do I get a tour of the inside?”
“No.” I hadn’t considered that part of it. That’s not true. I imagined walking her inside and having all eyes on us, on her, and immediately decided it’s best to keep her as far away from my coworkers as possible.
“Okay.” She sounds disappointed.
I make something up. “If I’d thought ahead, I could’ve gotten you clearance to enter the building, but I didn’t.”
“Ah.” That gets a smile out of her. “I see.”
Phew. Except, at that moment, a woman pushing a stroller walks out of the building. “Who’s that?”
“Probably one of the wives.”
“Gotcha.” Matilda nods and doesn’t say another word about it.
I drive us around Killeen until my stomach growls. “What do you want to do for supper? I can cook or we could eat out.”
“Up to you.” She shrugs. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Oh boy. My dick just got excited at that notion, but I concentrate on getting him under control.
“We could order pizza. Maybe watch an old movie?”
“Yeah.” Matilda claps her hands. “Do I get to choose the film?”
“Of course. You’re my guest. You also get to choose what you want on the pizza.”
“I’m easy…”
My dick, fuck….
“Pepperoni.”
Don’t say a word.
I order two pizzas from my favorite place in Killeen. While we wait on our order, I stop at the grocery store a block from my place. “I need to grab a few things. Come with me and help me decide what to make for breakfast.”
Grabbing a cart, the two of us walk side by side up and down each aisle. Matilda offers to make me pancakes for breakfast, which sounds great. I pick up a box of pancake mix, syrup, and a thing of butter. “What are your thoughts on coffee?”
“I’m for it.” She giggles. “One thing I do need to get is some half and half. I can’t stand black coffee.”
Once we’re done, she tries to pay the cashier for the groceries, but I beat her to the punch. “You’re my guest.”
“I can pay for the groceries, Alec.”
“No.”
Luckily, she doesn’t argue.
* * *
“Wow, this is great pizza, Alec.”
She’s right. It’s good. Thin crust but loaded with pepperoni and cheese. I watch Matilda take two small slices and put them on her plate. Part of me wants to encourage her to eat more, but I’m just glad she took two. Most women I know wouldn’t even touch pizza. Too many carbs and all that bullshit.
“It’s not Chicago-style, but it’s good.” I take a big bite of a slice, chew, and then swallow. I’m not doing a lot of tasting of my food because my mind is all over the place. Matilda’s sitting next to me on my new sofa. If I moved over two or three inches, our thighs would probably touch. I could then throw my arm over her shoulder and nudge her closer. Except, I do none of that. “So, what do you want to watch? I’ve got Netfilms.”
“You said you like suspense. Have you seenWait Until Darkwith Audrey Hepburn?”
