“For… For you. For the real thing.”
“What a good girl you are, Andrea…”
She nods, pulling me closer, and I drop a wet kiss on the curve of her neck.
“Come on, we still have credit on our cards,” I abruptly declare, letting go of her.
She stands there, her flushed face frozen with shock and frustration. “Lex!” she scolds me when she regains her senses.
“What?”
“You’re such a jerk!” she mutters with a pout, crossing her arms in discontentment.
I can’t resist how endearing she looks, so I lay a quick kiss on her forehead. “Come on, thirty more minutes here and we’ll do anything you want.”
Still vexed, she doesn’t answer and walks off to the dinner area instead. I follow her closely, admiring her enticing silhouette. The skirt of her dress flows over her ass in a mesmerizing way, and I regret only noticing it now.
Andrea picks a free booth and slides onto the seat. I do the same on the other side, grinning at her. “Is everything alright?” I wonder.
“No. I’m so fucking wet and horny, it’s ridiculous.”
“And I’ve been partially hard the entire evening, Andrea. We all have our issues.”
She has to be a sadist to some extent because her pout slowly twitches into a smile, no matter how hard she tries to hold it back.
A cheery waitress pops up next to us on roller skates, all smiles and pink hair. “Hi, guys, I’m Mallory! What can I get you, lovebirds?”
“Do you have a chocolate milkshake?” Andrea wonders.
“We sure do!”
“Then I’ll have that.”
Mallory writes it down in her notebook and turns to me. “And what can I get you, sir?”
“A second straw.”
Andrea shakes her head vehemently. “No, I don’t share milkshakes with frustrating jerks.”
Mallory freezes, her chipper expression frozen. “Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?”
“The date is actually going great. Isn’t it, Andrea?” Still pouting, she agrees with a dry nod. I turn to our waitress to explain, “She’s just a little frustrated with me, but we’ll be fine. I’ll have a bottle of sparkling water, please.”
“Sure thing!” She swiftly rolls away, eager to escape the awkward moment.
I watch Andrea, amused at how hard she tries to stay mad at me. Her eyes are on everything but me. So, I slide out of my seat, go around the table, and lower next to her instead. Because she’s stubborn like that, she still doesn’t acknowledge me.
“How much longer?” I wonder, toying with a loose strand of curl that spills out.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“What if we scrap that half hour and do whatever you want after our drinks?” I give in.
The switch in her is almost instantaneous, and she turns to me with a pleased smirk. “You’re such a quick learner, Coleman.”
I chuckle, amused by her temper. God, I love this fire within her so fucking much.
Amorous and tender again, she grazes my temple, her fingers running through my freshly cut hair. “Warn me next time you get a haircut. I wasn’t ready, and it almost got me pregnant.”
