There was no denying my intense physical attraction. That’s all it was, physical attraction.Sure, Madi was smart, beautiful, and feisty, but so were plenty of other women.
Madi didn’t need to hear about my hard on, so I told her I liked the beer, and ordered one from the bartender. “Can we get a menu?”
I ordered a bacon burger and fries. Madi ordered chicken fingers and a side salad.
The conversation started slow, but we eventually found a comfortable rhythm as we talked about our weeks.
Neither of us gave any details that would violate our oaths, but general stories with vague details were okay to share.
She stole a fry and dipped it in my ketchup.
When she licked the ketchup off her fingers, I forgot how to breathe.
When she told me about a little boy vomiting on her, my libido took a nosedive.Thank you, kid.Thanking a kid for being sick wasn’t nice, but my guilt meter was low.
“No wonder you wanted a night out.”
Her laugh went straight to my dick.
I couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking about me the same way I was thinking about her. From the occasional wide eyes and small gasps, I guessed she probably was.
Right or wrong, the physical attraction between us was smoking hot.
But we couldn’t act on it.
“I love working at the clinic, but some days are more trying than others.”
“I bet. Same goes for our work. Some clients are more trying than others.”
Like the one who demands you to check every stall in the men’s room before taking a leak, but doesn’t give two shits about the potential danger to his wife or child.
“Have my brothers given you any shit lately?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“What’d they say?”
“Not much, though I’m probably risking my life to be your fake date.”
“I told them not to say anything,” she huffed.
This was a side of Madi I hadn’t seen in Spain, and I thought exasperated Madi was fucking adorable.
“Did you really think they’d let it go?” I wouldn’t defend them, but I couldn’t blame them for being protective.
“No,” she sighed. “But I hoped.”
“It’s not that bad, and if it makes you feel any better, your father didn’t threaten me.”
I let her laugh signal the end of the conversation. “Want another round?” I asked.
“Nah, I’m working tomorrow so I should go.”
I signaled the bartender for our tab; I’d had Madi’s added to mine earlier, while she used the ladies’ room.
“I can pay for my own dinner.” Of course, she argued. Madi was fiercely independent, and this wasn’t a date.
And the last time I’d picked up the tab, I’d taken her home with me.
