“No.”
I tilted my head.“Is that smart?”
“I didn’t work to earn my reputation by being stupid.”
Hmm.
“Youtryin’ to scare me?”I asked.
“Absolutely not.”
I held my breath at his tone and let him hold my gaze.
He did this until he wasn’t feeling it anymore and he sharedthat by asking quietly, “Do you have plates?”
“I do.What I don’t got is the desire to eat fancy shit inmy house when I’m in the middle of the best movie of all time.”
“We can eat in front of the television.”
I offered an alternate scenario.“You can also call yourboys, get your stuff, and mosey on down the road.”
“I’m quite certain you know that’s not going to happen.”
I stared at him.
Then I sighed.
After that, I got plates.
I had fancy shit piled on one and a flute of champagneMarcus poured me in my hand while aiming my ass at my couch when I declared,“I’m notstartin’ it up again.I’m good to re-watchcertain parts after it’s done, like when Clairee is in that locker room.ButI’m in the groove, even if it was interrupted, and I’m not re-startin’ my groove.”
“I’ll catch up,” Marcus told me, settling himself in myarmchair, which was the only thing in my place I liked.
Supple leather.Big brass buttons studded all up the frontand curve of the arms.
I bought it even though it didn’t match my inexpensive twillcouch and it cost a whack when I wasn’t making a whack.I was schlepping drinksand wings at Hooters and wasn’t doing too badly because my hooters put the“Hoot” in Hooters, but it didn’t touch what I made stripping.
And I bought it because it looked like it belonged in acastle.
I wasn’t looking at my chair.
I was looking at him.
“Pardon?”
He set his champagne on my side table.
“I’ll catch up,” he told me.
“What do you mean, you’llcatch up?”
“How far into it are you?”he asked.
“I haven’t gotten to the wedding yet.”
His eyes twinkled.
Lord.
