Chapter 7
Rya~
We were at Shakes, and while most people would never come here this late at night, I always felt safe with Dalton, so that wasn’t an issue.Plus, their fries were almost worth having to step over a dead body for.Shakes was an old-fashioned diner with all the classics, but it was their fries that were their claim to late-night fame.
“I’d sell my soul for the secret to their fries,” I sighed, refusing to care about calories or cholesterol right now.
Dalton just chuckled.“And that’s why I love you, Rya.Most people would sell their souls for money, jewels, or power, but you?You just want good french fries.”
“Ah, but these are more than just good french fries,” I countered.“Their spectacular french fries.”
“You’re also buzzed as hell right now,” he pointed out, a smile on his face.
“While this may be true, that fact still doesn’t take away from this potato-y goodness,” I argued.
Just then, a pair of very noticeable blondes walked in, and I couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh.Now, while it wasn’t that I was necessarily jealous, alcohol had a way of making people get all up in their feelings, and Koen’s friend’s words were still dancing in the back of my head, which I hated because I did not enjoy playing the victim, no matter what I was feeling.
“You know, if I gain enough weight, then my health insurance will cover all those new weight loss drugs,” I remarked before popping another french fry in my mouth.“It might be worth looking into.”
Dalton’s dark gaze shot my way, and I already knew what he was going to say before he even said it.That was the thing about knowing someone as well as I knew Dalton; there was no hiding from him.Granted, that went both ways, but it could be uncomfortable as hell some days.
“Except that the side effects aren’t worth the risk,” he replied, his voice in reprimand mode.“Have you ever paid any attention to those damn commercials?Eat more fucking kale if you want to lose weight, Rya.You’re also more than welcome to use my gym whenever you want.I mean, if you’re going to have a key to my apartment, you might as well use it.”
“Yeah, because that’s just what we need,” I snorted.“Me walking in on you entertaining someone.”
“There are worst things in life,” he said right before plucking a fry from my plate.
Now, the thing about Dalton was that he wasn’t afraid of the elephant in the room, which had a way of making people very uncomfortable.He’d been raised by his grandparents because both of his parents had been addicted to drugs, and even though his grandparents had tried their best, they hadn’t shielded him from the harsh realities of life, and so Dalton was very straightforward.
Very.
Before I could comment on that, the two blondes sat at the counter, probably waiting for their order, but that didn’t stop them from shooting Dalton sly glances, making my point about beautiful people versus the not-so-beautiful.I mean, he was obviously sharing a meal with me, but they were still trying to flirt with him, never imagining that I could possibly be his girlfriend.
Ignoring the two blondes, I said, “Besides, I’ve tried the exercising, and it just doesn’t work.”
Dalton grinned at me from across the table, and he really was too good-looking for his own good.“Some women were born to have curves, and if you ask me, they’re a lot sexier than a hip bone digging into my pelvis because the chick eats nothing but tofu.”
“Most guys would disagree with you,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, and most guys are fucking stupid,” he replied seriously.“But if you compare the type of women that they date to the type of women that they marry, you’ll see a noticeable difference.”
My eyes narrowed at him as he plucked another fry from my plate.“Yet, you seem tonothave a type.I’ve seen you date almost every variety of woman under the sun, but you’re still single.What’s up with that?”
“The women that I date aren’t looking for anything serious,” he explained.“Trust me, I make sure of it.”
“If I didn’t know you better, I’d accuse you of being a woman-hater,” I said as I slapped his hand away from my plate again.
Dalton just let out a low chuckle.“Not me, babes.I absolutely love women.All of them.”
That got my lips to twitch.“You’re such a feminist.”
The turd winked at me.“I really am.”
