“It smells good in here,” I said, more to myself, but I had his attention when he dropped his eyes to me after hearing my voice.
“Damn, you really said fuck trying to impress me.”
I turned my attention on him and he had a sexy, cocky smile in place. “I don’t look impressive?” I tugged at the hem of my graphic tee and he looked me over from head to toe in a way that provided his answer before he opened his mouth.
“I can still taste your pussy on my tongue, so at this point, you don’t have to try. I’m thoroughly impressed.”
“I can see now that your dick game is strong but your romance is weak.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Good thing I’m not trying to romance your pretty ass. All I’m agreeing to is feeding you. Come on, she said we can have that spot in the back.”
He waited for me to go ahead of him, and after we were seated, a server came to the table to take our drink and food orders. I had already checked the menu on my device in the room and wanted one of their gourmet Margarita pizzas. X decided to go with that too, so we ordered a large.
“So what do we talk about since we’re bypassing personal stuff?” I asked.
He offered a sexy smile. He seemed completely relaxed and unbothered by the fact that he’d just had his tongue in my pussy and now sat across from me about to share a pizza.
“You can talk about whatever you want. If you want to ask me personal questions, go for it.”
“But that’s not how this works.”
“People don’t just come here to fuck, Sin. Some actually come to engage with others. We can chill without you making it a thing.”
“Okay then, what do you do?”
“Steal high end, sometimes rare, cars and bikes, customize them, and sell them.”
“That’s really what you do?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you good at it?”
“Why you need to know my skills, Sin?”
“Just trying to figure out if I’ll see you here again. If you end up doing a bid, I won’t.”
He chuckled. “I’m the best.”
“You want to ask me a question?”
He shook his head. “No. I want you to share whatever you want me to know because I feel like you’re not sure how to navigate this. So I’m giving you complete control.”
I grinned. “You sure you want me to have control?”
“I’m sure.”
The server brought our pizza and drinks to the table, breaking up the moment. As soon as they were gone, we blessed our food and I grabbed a slice, groaning in satisfaction because it was so damn good. The crust was butter soft and the toppings—large slices of tomatoes, chunks of mozzarella cheese, and a drizzle of balsamic dressing—were all fresh.
“This is so good,” I moaned while chewing.
“One of the reasons I like coming here. The food is good as hell.” I watched him grab a slice and take his first bite.
“You’re one of those ‘I love the wings at the strip club ‘people, aren’t you?”
“Nah, not really. I don’t do strip clubs so I have no idea what their wings be hitting on.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re here but don’t do strip clubs?”
