Her jaw drops. “Vanity projects? Are you kidding me? The guy nearly kills himself every time he makes one, pulling off his crazy stunts!”
“Yeah, but that’s all the movies are known for anymore - Tom Cruise doing crazy stunts. Good for him, but I need a bit more depth to my movies.”
“Depth?” She snorts. “You want depth in an action movie?”
I grin and tap a finger against my temple. “I’ve got brains and brawn, Wildcard.”
She releases a long, annoyed breath. “Ugh, fine! I’ll look for something else.”
Scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. Her focus is entirely on the TV, but I can’t keep my eyes off her. She nibbles her bottom lip as she concentrates on finding a movie, taking the task very seriously. I curl my hands into fists so I don’t reach out and run my thumb along that lip.
“Anything looking good?” she asks, startling me out of my thoughts. It takes me a moment to understand that she’s asking about the movie options and not all the things I imagine she can do with that mouth.
I force my attention away from her, knowing I need to give her an answer before she grows suspicious.
“Oh! There.” I point to the TV. “Rambo!”
“Who’s talking vanity projects now?” she exclaims.
“Only the new ones! The old ones are classics.”
She makes a sound like a buzzer for a wrong answer in a game show. “You got a veto, I get a veto. Moving on.”
Finally, she lands on one that we both agree to.
“John Wick,” she declares.
“The perfect movie,” I nod.
“Keeanu Reeves kicking ass with headshot after headshot.” She clicks play. “Nothing cooler than that.”
As the movie starts to play, we grab up the food and start eating.
Her eyes are locked on the screen, watching John Wick mow through Russian mobsters like their all red shirts, but I can’tstop watching her. I notice the way she tucks her feet up under her and leans forward, as if to lock into the movie better. How she licks at the corner of her mouth to get the dribble of sauce that escaped her chopsticks rather than go for a napkin. She twirls the end of her hair when she’s really into a scene and bites her lower lip at the really intense action parts.
The way those tiny shorts ride up her thighs as she shifts in her seat.
Fuck, I need to get it together. She’s going to think I’m a creep if she catches me watching her with a raging boner.
“How about dessert?” I ask once we’re finished eating. “I got your favorite - brownie/cookie dough.”
She looks up at me with a furrowed brow. “How did you know that was my favorite?”
I freeze, realizing too late thatshewasn’t the one who told me that… it wasClickTease.
I’m such a goddamn idiot.
Playing it as cool as I can, I shrug and answer, “Oh, um, I’m sure you mentioned it at one point. Or maybe one of the girls brought it up. Anyway, you want some?”
“Uhhhh, duh. Of course I do.”
“Great, I’ll get it.”
I hop up and hurry to the kitchen as she turns her focus back to the movie. Pressing my hands against the fridge, I suck in a deep breath, fighting to get myself under control again. When I feel like I’m not on the immediate verge of grabbing her and kissing the shit out of her, I get the ice cream and put it in two bowls.
“Thanks,” she says when I hand one to her.
I settle back in my seat and we’re silent as we eat and continue watching the movie. Soon, our empty bowls are sitting on the coffee table with the empty Chinese food containers.
