I don’t dignify him with an answer.
The waitress shows up right then to drop off our drinks and I bring the beer to my lips, taking a hefty sip.
He grins and takes a drink of his.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Chapter 9
Lucas
Jordan’s guard is up, much like the first few weeks of interactions we had. She was already weary about this lunch, but when we sat down, I could tell right away that she was uncomfortable. It was only confirmed at her admission of not being able to afford the meal, even though I told her I would pay.
I slipped the date part in like a dick, pun intended, because I clearly should have made it known that’s exactly what this is. A date. Plain and simple.
It’s clear that money is a touchy subject for her, but I meant what I said. I never go Dutch. My mom and dad are super traditional, and my dad would have my hide if he ever found out I let a lady pay for a meal.
He’s a first generation Italian American and from his point of view, the man always pays. It’s not much different from my Mexican American mother’s perspective either.
It’s as natural as walking on the street side or opening the door for someone. I’ve never been in a relationship long enough to spoil a woman thoroughly though. It’s usually a meal and a quick fuck, which has been few and far between in recent years.My job is my work wife, and I don’t have time for anything serious.
After the waitress drops off our fish and chips, I continue the conversation, trying to get to know Jordan a little more. “How did you get into photography?”
She cuts a piece of her fried fish and puts it in her mouth with a moan. “Oh my God, this is so good,” she mumbles around her bite.
My cock twitches behind my shorts. It should be illegal for her to moan like that in public.
She swallows and licks her lips. “So, you’re a bodyguard, huh? How did you get into that?”
Her avoidance of my question doesn’t go unnoticed, but she continues to eat, so I call it a win. “I just kind of stumbled upon it. I’m a big guy and know how to fight and handle weapons. It seemed like a good idea.” The lie falls easily from my lips. It’s as close to the truth as I can get without actually telling her I’m an undercover cop.
I’m not entirely sure why I left out my cover story about being ex-military, but all I know is that I want her to know the real me. Not the fake one someone behind a desk made up for me.
“How long have you worked at the coffee shop?” I ask, hoping to go into more neutral territory.
“About a year and a half now.”
She doesn’t elaborate. This girl is a steel vault. I’ve had an easier time interrogating criminals than getting her to open up.
“Are you from here?” I ask after digging into my food.
“From Daybreak? No.”
Again, nothing. Her poker face is good, not giving away any more information than what leaves her lips.
I go in for the kill, hoping to lighten the mood. “Anymore dick pics?”
That makes her pause and her lips twitch.
Got her.
“Surprisingly, no. I actually haven’t had any more matches.”
That makes me smile.
“You shouldn’t be on an app like that anyway. It sends the wrong message.”
“And what kind of message would that be?” She pops an eyebrow.
