Yummy.
Potatoes have skin. And I have skin. Therefore, I am a potato. But I am not a cannibal, so I won’t be eating those.
And yeah, I know that’s weird. But it helps me resist yummy food if I tell myself tall tales.
“Can we get a box, please?” Reed asks the server, pointing at Kenzie’s empty spot. “She had to leave.”
“Absolutely.”
After he departs, I reluctantly drag my eyes away from the burger. With that heavenly smell of greasy meat permeating the air, my salad is far less appetizing.
I love salads. But cheeseburgers? Let’s be real. There’s no comparison.
When the server drops off a box, Reed drags my salad away from me, replacing it with Kenzie’s juicy cheeseburger.
“Hey,” I protest. “Give me back my salad.”
“I’m boxing it up for later,” he decrees like it’s his choice to make. “Eat the burger.”
Involuntarily, my arms cross at my chest. “Excuse me. I ordered a salad because I wanted a salad.”
He scrapes my roughage into the container, absolutely ignoring my offended whining. “Liar.”
“Reed, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t force me to eat something I didn’t order.”
“Watch me,” he counters without remorse.
Mind racing, I fail to come up with something quippy or snarky. Instead, I watch longingly at his deft fingers as they slide the little flap into the slot to close the box. I remember how those same fingers played my body like a violin.My tongue grows heavy.
He slides the boxed salad to the far side of the table so it’s out of my reach. “Do you want something else instead? The pasta’s good here. Want to trade? I’ll eat the burger.”
My jaw sags, allowing an annoyed sigh to slip free. “Reed.”
Don’t tell anyone, but I like that he offered to give me his dinner.
He fakes a pout, rolling out his sexy lips. “Li-la.”
My clit makes its presence known once more, proving it’s not only a traitor but thirsty for Reed’s lips. Harlot traitor clit.
Mmm. His lips. Almost as devastating as his dimples.
An uninvited memory of how he eagerly pressed them against my pussy makes my core tighten. How many years must I wait until I can’t recall how good it felt to have him between my thighs in such vivid detail? Hasn’t happened in five years.
Confused and inconveniently horny, I fail to form another sentence. No protest. No explanation. No random nonsensephrase. Nothing comes to mind except the heated memory of being tangled up in the sheets with Reed for hours and hours.
He yanks me from my X-rated thoughts. “What’s it gonna be? Burger, pasta, or something else? You’re not eating a salad tonight. Eat real food.”
“Saladisfood.”
“Sure it is. Good before a meal. Or maybe a light lunch. Not for dinner. I know you want the burger. So just eat it.”
Despite knowing I’m supposed to be seducing him, I defiantly raise my chin. “No.”
He points at my plate with his fork. “Eat the burger, Lila.”
So firm and final. And hot.
Gulp.
