“Yay!” Kiara cried.
“Actually, we can drop her off at her grandparents’ place instead,” I suggested. “They’ll be happy to see her. Let me message them.”
After that, we took off. Being driven around in a luxury car was nice, I had to admit. But our handsome chauffeur made the experience even better.
Kiara wriggled in the backseat as we pulled up to the drive-through.
“What’s your order, everyone?” TJ asked.
Kiara shouted her answer first. “Chicken nuggets! And a toy!”
“You, Brady?” he asked.
“Just a cheeseburger.”
A mischievous sparkle gleamed in TJ’s eyes. “Will you share fries with me?”
God, this man could sweet talk over anything.
“I’d love to,” I replied. “Though I dunno if my thighs will thank me later.”
“Your thighs are perfect just the way they are,” he said confidently before turning to order. “And a large fry on the side, please.”
My cheeks burned up all the way to the window. Questions raced through my head. Mythighs? He’d paid attention to my thighs? When? How much of the rest of my body had he looked at? And why did he think my thighs were perfect?
I continued to puzzle over TJ’s compliment as he doled out our food. Kiara wolfed down her nuggets, then amused herself with the toy. Meanwhile, I took small bites of my burger and tried not to choke because of how fast my heart raced.
After TJ punched in my parents’ address, we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. My heartbeat hadn’t quieted down since finishing my burger, and it got worse when TJ asked, “Can you feed me a fry?”
“Me?” I asked.
“Who else?”
“O-okay...”
Trying to stop my hand from shaking, I plucked a big juicy fry from the box and put it close to TJ’s lips. They looked so sexy up close. TJ wrapped his mouth around the fry. He chewed and swallowed it with a small moan.
“Deep fried and salty... a deadly delicious combination,” he said with a grin.
Was he teasing me on purpose, or was I misunderstanding this simple act of feeding him fries? As hard as I tried to keep my mind out of the gutter, I couldn’t help but feel like this was flirting somehow.
I mustered the courage to bring it up. “So, do you often get your clients to feed you fries?”
TJ looked amused. “Never. Just you.”
My body temperature skyrocketed. That proved it. He wasdefinitelyflirting.
Did that mean helikedme?
By the time we reached my parents’ place, I’d worked myself into a flustered tizzy. I managed to keep it together long enough to say goodbye to my daughter and greet my parents.
Before Kiara got out of the car, she paused. “Are you gonna hang out again?” she asked the two of us.
Me and TJ exchanged a glance. He smiled slightly, nodding at me to reply.
“Would you like that, Kiara?” I asked.
She nodded enthusiastically. She clearly liked TJ.
