I pull the condom shorts up my thighs as the hair on my legs catches on the rubbery waistband.Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.It takes me a solid two minutes to situate the shorts over my ass, and the only thing I see when I look down is my junk on full display. Like … there’s a defined outline of my dog and balls.
“Who wants to look at this shit while they’re eating?” I ask him, pointing to my dick.
“Women. They’re sick creatures. You wouldn’t know it, but they are.”
“Oh yeah, every woman I’ve ever met totally enjoys staring at a defined, silk-covered ballsack as they eat a nice juicy burger.”
“We won’t get into the women you’ve ‘known,’” Noa says with raised brows.
“Screw you.”
“No thanks, but if you play your cards right, you might find someone who would be open to that idea tonight.” I have the urge to gut-punch him, but I control myself and take a deep breath.
“Where’s the menu?”
“We just have burgers, wings, and salad,” he says.
“You don’t have a menu?”
He looks around like I’m nuts for asking. “Well, we do, but it just says, burgers, wings, and salad.”
“And you’re running a restaurant …”
“Yeah?” he says. “Anyway, there’s a couple of cool features in your uniform I should point out.”
“Don’t point anywhere,” I tell him. “Where the hell is there room for features?”
“They’re features you’llfeelmore than see. Well, except the one in the back. That’s not for you to see, though,” he chuckles. “There’s a support feature in the rear but there’s some air flow, textured material in the frontal zone to make the uniform breathable and odor free.”
“You’re worried about odor,” I repeat.
“Yeah, I mean, that was honestly my biggest hurdle. That’s when you take a fun idea and make it sour. No one wants to smell the junk. They just want to see it.”
“That was your biggest hurdle?”
“You’ll thank me,” he says.
“Oh, yeah, I’ll remember to thank you later.”
Chapter Six
Kai
“Take a left,” Lea says.
“But then we’d be heading toward Makawao. We don’t usually go there.”
“You don’t usually go there,” she corrects me. “I go there all the time.”
“Why?” I question. “Are we going to the steakhouse?”
“No, I hate steak,” she snaps.
“I know, which is why I’m confused. The only other place to go is the Mexican food place, and you don’t like that either.”
“There’s another restaurant you’re not thinking of then. Don’t worry, okay?” Lea assures me.
“Worry?” I sigh. “Why would I worry when you’re leading the way?”
