You know I love him with every ounce of breath in me.
You, on the other hand…
Katie the PIMA BFF:
Good. I got a hot date tonight, and so do you.
Ha! You love me. Don’t even try to deny it.
I’ll catch you in a few days, okay?
Call me if you need rescuing.
Okay. Love you, bitch.
Katie the PIMA BFF:
Love you more.
As Rylie pulled up to the restaurant, it was sprinkling, and I was grateful for the covered entrance. I had gone with a full face of makeup and my brown hair was pulled half up, with small ringlets falling to the front. When he got out of the car, I heard the valet say, “Good evening, Mr. Allen.”
I blinked, because I had never heard anyone call him Mr. Allen before. Rylie was at my door, reaching for my hand to help me out. When I was out of the car, Rylie instantly had his hand at my back, guiding me forward. There was a lot of media outside, and flashes of light came from all directions.
“What is going on, Rylie?”
I didn’t look at him, but he bent down to whisper in my ear, “It’s a popular restaurant for bigwigs, so they hang out and just take photos, hoping to catch the next news story.”
There was something in his voice that left me guarded, but when we got inside, he slid his jacket off, and held it as the host glanced up, and said, “This way, Mr. Allen.”
My phone vibrated repeatedly again, and I silently cursed Katie. I pulled it out as we made our way to the table.
Sam:
We need to video chat now.
I’m at dinner. Can we talk later?
Sam:
This isn’t something that can wait.
Consider it an emergency.
When we reached the table, I turned to Rylie, rolled my eyes, and said, “I need to video chat with Sam for a few minutes. There is apparently a crisis of some sort that he can’t handle long enough for me to have dinner with you.”
Rylie turned to the host and asked, “Is there somewhere private she can take a call?”
“Of course, Mr. Allen.” He turned to me, and said, “This way, Miss.”
“I’m sorry, Rylie.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” There was a heat in his voice, as his eyes looked me up and down as he said, “Hurry back.”
“Of course.” I turned to leave, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me back to him, and with his other hand, pulled my head up for a quick kiss.
I pulled back slightly, noting my lipstick on his lips. I reached up and wiped it off, but he smirked, as I said, “Aren’t you worried about others seeing us together?”
“We wouldn’t have left the hotel if I cared if people saw us together. I wouldn’t have bought that dress for you. I wouldn’t have brought you here. So, no. I don’t care.” Then his voice deepened in that way, that made my toes curl. “Let everyone see that you are mine, sweetheart.”
