We drove for a good twenty minutes before he pulled off and I knew exactly where we were headed.
“Oh my god, are we going to Billy’s?” I yelled over the pipes.
“You good with that?” he called back.
“Hell, yeah!”
Billy’s Old Style BBQ was the best place in town. It was a little out of the way and somewhat secluded, but anyone who knew anything about good food, knew about Billy’s. I gave Orion a squeeze and he rubbed my arm quickly before continuing down the road. We pulled up to the old building ten minutes later, and I virtually jumped off the bike, suddenly starving.
Orion chuckled as he helped me with my helmet. “Eager, huh?”
“The second you said Billy’s, my stomach was ready,” I admitted. “I miss good BBQ.”
“Well, that’s high praise,” he said. “I’ve lived here my whole life, so I’ve never known anything different.”
“Trust me. Billy’s a genius.”
He grinned, pulling my purse from the saddlebag and handing it to me before taking my hand and leading me through the front doors of the restaurant.
The tall, blonde, thin, and model-esque hostess approached with a huge grin. “Hey, Orion.”
“Hey, Whit,” he said.
“Table for two?” she asked, raking her pornographic eyes over his body, never once looking at me.
“Yeah, that’d be good,” he said.
“Friend of yours?” I asked, removing my hand from his as we navigated the narrow spaces between tables.
He didn’t answer, shocker, as Whit sat us at a booth in the corner.
Handing us menus, she smiled at Orion, leaning down, obviously so he could get a glimpse of her teeny tiny cleavage. “Your server will be here shortly, but if you need anything, honey, let me know.”
I mouthed, “Honey?” for his eyes only and Orion raised an eyebrow.
“Thanks, Whit,” he said, and the slut walked away.
Why did guys always go for the rail thin blondes? And why the hell did I care? That was the bigger question, really. I was short and curvy, but I was in shape. I mean, round was a shape, technically.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Golden,” I said, perusing my menu, even though I knew exactly what I wanted.
“You’re not jealous, are you?”
I glanced at him. “Of whom?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No one.”
I lowered my menu with a sigh. “Sorry. I’m not jealous in the sense that she was coming onto you so hard, I’m sure she’d drop to her knees and suck you off in the middle of this restaurant if you asked her to. It’s more of a… I don’t know… her being tall and blonde with a thigh gap to die for, the opposite of me, and sometimes girls just want what they can’t have.”
“You want to be tall and blonde?”
“And skinny,” I said.
He smiled. “Well, that’s dumb.”
“Is it?”
