Do not think about how sexy she is.
It’s the very last thing I need to be thinking about as I peel open the wrapper to my sandwich and take a hearty bite. I have no idea what it is, but I love it.
“Are you really going to sit here and eat in front of me?”
“No.” I shake my head back and forth. “I was hoping you would eat with me.”
Olivia studies me then the sandwich. It’s like she’s debating on whether taking the offer will involve something more with me.
“Liv, relax. It’s a sandwich. I’m not asking you to go out with me.”
“What? Why would you say that?” She looks stunned.
And it’s fucking adorable.
“Because you seem to think this is more than lunch. It’s a sandwich, Liv.”
“Olivia,” she corrects, but takes the sandwich. It’s a small victory, but I’ll take what I can get with her. Opening the Kraft paper, she peeks at what I ordered. “Coronation chicken?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Figured I’d try it. I have no idea what it is.”
“It’s chicken in a curry cream sauce. It’s actually one of my favorites.”
“Really? It’s good.”
“Guess you can be considered a Londoner now since you’ve tried it.”
I shake my head. “I’ve got a long way to go before I consider myself a true Londoner. I haven’t even seen Big Ben yet.”
“You haven’t?” That earns me a shocked look.
“Why are you surprised?” I question. “Jet lag kickedmy ass day one, and then I found myself enjoying more pleasurable activities on day two.”
“Tag.” A blush fills her cheeks.
Damn. I love that I can get a reaction out of this woman.
“I didn’t say anything else.” I take another bite, wiping my mouth with my napkin as the curry flavor bursts bright on my tongue. This small shop I found near the rink might become a new staple. Especially if it means I get more face time with Liv.
“You inferred it.”
I take a bite of my sandwich, giving her a smug smile. Swallowing, I grab my water bottle and take a swig.
“Back to me being a Londoner. Do you have any tips on how I can become atrueLondoner? I don’t want to be stumbling around the city like an idiot.”
Another smile from her.
“To start with, you’ve already been to the pubs.”
“I have.”
“I know the sights are probably cliché for someone like you, but you really do need to visit them at least once.”
“Why would they be cliché for someone like me?” I ask, quirking a brow at her as I take the last bite of my sandwich.
“Well, I made the offer to our old coach and he laughed at me.” Liv looks nervous, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
I know nothing about the old coach, but it makes me hate him. Who would ever turn down this woman, let alone be rude to her?
