Mia cleared her throat from behind the counter, and I remembered we had an audience. “Thank you for bringing these. The crates are in the kitchen, but I can take them to your car.”
"Cool, thanks.” Allen fidgeted with the hem of his shirt and looked anywhere but at me. "I’m parked out front."
I glanced at Mia. "Can you hold down the fort for a few?"
She gave me a knowing look that I chose to ignore. "Take your time, boss."
After loading the crates onto a dolly, I followed Allen out to his car, doing my best not to focus on the way his ass moved in his jeans or the nervous energy radiating off him.
Allen popped the trunk, and I dropped the crates inside. "I'm really sorry about the mix-up. I usually triple-check everything, but I was super busy yesterday and..." He trailed off and averted his gaze again.
"Don't worry about it. Honestly, it worked out perfectly." I slipped my hands into my pockets. "I’m glad I got to see you again."
Allen's eyes finally snapped back to mine with an eagerness I was relieved to see. "You wanted to see me again?"
"Definitely." I didn't see any point in playing it cool. Didn’t want to miss my chance. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Allen ducked his head, but I caught the smile tugging at his lips. He twisted his hands together and glanced back at the door to the building.
This was my chance. I couldn't let him walk away again. "Allen." I waited until he looked up at me. "Can I get your number?"
His eyes went wide. "My number?"
"Yeah." I took a step close enough to see his pupils dilate. "I thought maybe we could have dinner sometime. Like an actual date, not just..." I shrugged. "You know."
Allen bit his lip and nodded. "I'd like that."
My heart was pounding like it might explode out of my chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Allen pulled out his phone and handed it to me. "Here."
As I took it, my fingers brushed against his. That same spark of electricity arced between us. Just as I was pulling up his contacts, a notification popped up on the screen from someone named Jeff.Did you pick up your milk yet?
I froze and just stared at the message. It could mean anything, but was there a chance it meant… “Um, you got a message.”
Allen reached for his phone and then swiped away the notification. "Oh, that's just, um… my next errand.”
I did my best to keep my expression neutral even though I could barely breathe. "You’re picking up milk from someone?"
"Um, yeah." Allen wouldn't meet my eyes. "Next door, actually. Jeff ordered it for me as an apology for ditching me last night."
Next door. The apartment entrance where I lived. Where I ran my milk delivery business.
Holy shit.
"What kind of milk?" I tried to sound casual, but my voice came out strained as I looked right at him, hoping he’d meet my gaze.
Allen sighed but then his shoulders went back and he looked into my eyes. "The regular kind."
He was lying. Or at least, not telling the whole truth. And that told me everything I needed to know.
Allen was picking up human milk. From my apartment. That I'd bottled myself just this morning.
My brain was having trouble processing this information because it was too good to be true. The sweet, shy guy I hooked up with last night was more than likely a Little who liked to drink man milk.
Good thing I had plenty to give.
Allen noticed the grin that spread across my face, and he frowned. "What?"
