I glance at her sitting engrossed on her phone as the light of the device illuminates her beautiful features. “She is.”
“Well, I’ll be damned.” A shit-eating grinplasters on his face.
I roll my eyes at him and head over to her. “Bye, Steven.”
His laugh follows me as he yells over my shoulder, “Enjoy!”
It causes Kaeli to look up and keep her phone aside as she asks with a smile playing on her pouty lips, “What was that about?” She glances at the truck and back at me.
“Just Steven being Steven,” I snigger good-naturedly.
“You’re on a first-name basis with the food truck driver?”
My eyes squint at her. “You sound surprised.”
She doesn’t deny. “Well, that’s because I am. I didn’t think you’d be.”
“Why?”
“You seem like a narcissistic asshole kind of guy who wouldn’t care about their server’s name.”
I look at her, perplexed, unsure of how to even reply to that. “Wow,” I drawl in a low voice. “I’m so glad that’s how you think of me,” sarcasm dripping from my every word.
My befuddled expression causes her to burst into a fit of giggles. “Sorry…” she chortles. “I’m sorry. I’m kidding. Not about the narcissistic asshole part though.” She slaps the table and grabs her stomach, attracting the attention of the other patrons. “God! Your expression should’ve been captured. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights.”
I know I should be offended, but all I can do is bathe in her laughter, shining upon me like the sun’s rays and parting the dark, gloomy clouds that have shrouded my life for years.
Her eyes crinkling at the corners as her face lights up at the prospect of teasing me. Her thick eyelashes adorning the apple of her rosy cheeks, and red flushing the length of her slender neck. It makes me wonder if that blush spreads somewhere else, too.
“Very funny,” I say in faux-ire, but she sees right through it.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” She finally composes herself and rubs her hands together, eyeing the food as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “So, what have we got?”
Sliding her plate, I tell her. “Korean BBQ Tacos for you and Banh Mi Tacos for me.”
“Mmmm…sounds delicious.”
“It is. Dig in!”
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Kaeli is sweating her metaphorical lady balls but shows no sign of stopping anytime soon as she chomps into her second plate of tacos.
This woman can eat, and it’s safe to say seeing her eat to her heart’s content without worrying about her weight or sullying her hands in the sauce that now drips from the corner of her lips turns me on.
I don’t think there is anything shecoulddo that won’t give me a hard-on. But her being carefree in front of me especially does something to me.
Grabbing another large bite, she groans as she struggles to fit it in her mouth, “God! This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I think I’m about to go into a food coma.”
Her sexy groan makes the junior twitch in my pants.
Down boy. Now’s not the time. Soon.
“The food’s not going anywhere, Kaeli. Eat it slowly. I’d prefer you’d rather choke on my dick rather than a taco.”
Her eyes flare at my words, and her food gets stuck in her throat as she hits her chest to swallow it.
I slide the water bottle I got earlier with another plate for her with a smirk. She narrows her eyes at me and takes a few greedy swigs of the liquid.
