“Yeah. You’re a hundred times prettier than Whitney. She needs to eat a fuckin’ sandwich, or twelve.”
Oh my god, my stomach just dropped into my vagina. “Well, I don’t know if that’s necessarily true, but it’s sweet of you to say.”
“You don’t believe a word I’m sayin’, do you?”
I smiled. “I don’t know you. So, no.”
He laughed. “Okay, Razzle, I’m gonna change that.”
“Razzle?”
“You get a little razzled when you’re trying not to show me your emotions.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I do not.”
He hummed, focusing back on his menu. “Okay, Razzle, you don’t.”
“Did you stock up?” I asked, pretending to look at my food options. His quiet hiss indicated he knew exactly what I was asking, and I grinned as I met his eyes. “Well? Did you?”
“You serious about that?”
“As a heart attack,” I said. “No strings, though. I’m not looking for a commitment.”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed.
“You got a problem with that?”
“No.”
“Good.” I closed my menu and leaned across the table. “How’s that for razzled?”
He dropped his head back and laughed.
* * *
The next day, Sierra was working, so I had the house to myself…which was why Orion was on his way over for our first night together. I wasn’t nervous, surprisingly, but Iwasexcited. Lordy, I needed some relief.
My doorbell rang and I rushed to the front door, smoothing my hair before pulling open the door. Before I could greet him, Orion had me pushed up against the wall and his mouth was on mine. I gripped his leather jacket and held on for dear life as his tongue explored mine and his hand slid to my waist.
He broke the kiss, settling his forehead to mine and smiling. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I breathed out, kissing him again, this time quickly. “You’re early.”
“Personality flaw.”
I tugged his beard gently. “Not a flaw.”
He chuckled. “You look gorgeous.”
I wore a striped maxi skirt with a V-neck T-shirt tied at my waist. I’d taken care with my hair, blow drying the natural curl straight and had applied very little makeup.
“Thanks, so do you.” I smiled up at him. “Are you hungry?”
“Not for food. You?”
I licked my lips. “Same.”
“Yeah?”
