“Curse my inexperience, but yes.”
“And?” He grinned, rocking back on his heels.
“I think I could get very addicted to that.”
He pulled me to him again, crushing his mouth to mine, pressing me back against the wall. I moaned against him, struggling, my body wanting, needingsomething. Well, I knew exactly what that something was.
I flailed. “The condom!”
Parker growled in annoyance but put several inches between us. “What?”
“The magic condom that Ida said I should use.”
Confusion played on his face.
You sound like a lunatic.
“I’m not letting your first time be in a fishbowl.” He gestured to the glass walls of his office. “We were just making out.”
“That was just making out?” I squeaked. I was half ready to spill my gravy. I probably could have dry-humped him and come in a few minutes. I risked a glance at Parker’s crotch. He didn’t seem frazzled at all.
“Besides,” he continued. The lazy smile was back. “I have a whole courtship ritual.”
“A ritual?”
“Isn’t that what you do in the South?”
“We’re not a whole other country,” I said irritably.
“So you don’t want me to take you for dinner, drinks, and dessert? And I don’t mean cake.”
“Now I do want cake, come to think of it.”
29
Parker
Though she had agreed to a dinner date, Sadie seemed uncomfortable as soon as we walked into Bread and Fire, an upscale restaurant to which my brothers took their girlfriends. The hostess put us in a nice out-of-the-way spot, though that didn’t stop the gawking from the patrons in the restaurant.
“Small towns are the worst,” I said to Sadie with a slight smile. She didn’t smile back. Maybe she didn’t want to date? Maybe all she wanted was to hook up? Had I misread the signals?
The waitress came up to take our orders. Sadie sank in her seat.
“He does exist after all!” the waitress said with a knowing smile.
I glanced between Sadie and the waitress.
“Of course he exists. I didn’t just make up an excuse to eat an entire seafood platter by myself,” Sadie grumbled.
The waitress shrugged. “I wouldn’t judge you if you did. Would you like another one, or two? He seems awfully large.”
“I bet he is,” Sadie said, staring down at her menu.
“Same cocktails as last time?”
“Bring two for me.”
“I just want scotch,” I said.
