Laughing, I lean back into my seat.
“Baby, I am counting down the minutes until I can throw you over my shoulder and take you to my bed.”
“I vote for that option,” she says, eyeing me with her lust-filled gaze.
“Not until you’ve eaten, then I promise I’ll do exactly that.”
“Urg, you’re a mood hoover,” she groans, but she can't hide her smile. “It’s been a long few nights without you.”
“Tell me about it,” I groan, wanting nothing more than to bend her over the table and fuck her for everyone to see. But I could lose my job for doing something so indecent. At the moment, looking at how gorgeous she looks, I’m willing to take the chance.
“We really do need to talk,” she admits with her own groan. Breaking my fuck fest of a daydream.
She worries her bottom lip, but before she can say any more, the waiter appears with our drinks. Showing me the bottle of wine, I signal for her to let Fallon taste it. She pours a small mouthful into a glass. And of course, Fallon, being Fallon, she downs it in one. A small contented moan leaves her before she licks the last drop from her lips.
Fuck me sideways. I need to be good and actually find out what's going on with her, and not think of what else those lips could be doing.
“I take it this one is okay?” The waitress asks with a smile.
“Yes, girl. Pour away, I love it,” she giggles.
Once the drinks are poured and our food orders taken, I raise my glass to hers.
“Cheers,” I say.
“Don’t forget to make eye contact. I would die if I had to endure seven years of shit sex,” shesays with a look of complete horror on her face.
I laugh. “You don’t have to worry about that. I could stare at you all day long.”
With our eyes locked, our glasses clink together, and we both take a long sip of our drinks. Is it normal that I find it a fucking turn on when she puts anything near her mouth? Surely I need some medical help, I should know, after all.
“So…” she says, that look of worry back in place.
“You do know you don’t have to tell me anything?” I ask. The last thing I want is for her to pull away even more.
“No, I want to. I want you to know it all. But, are you working tomorrow? I was thinking we could enjoy our meal, then get out of here? Somewhere a little more private?” She asks.
“Baby, you should know by now I’d do whatever you want,” I wink.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“So, if I asked you to strip naked and run around the restaurant, right now, you would?” She smirks.
“If it would guarantee another date with you? I’d do it in a heartbeat,” I say. “But I know you wouldn’t.”
“Oh really?”
“I’ve seen you get jealous, I know you wouldn’t want anyone in here to see what you know is already yours.”
Her cheeks flush at that. I know she’s remembering our night at the axe-throwing bar and how the little green-eyed monster came out to play.
“I can't even lie,” she admits. “I’d hate it.”
Yes! It might not seem like much, but to me, that one admission is a lot. Especially coming from the girl who thinks she has a heart of steel.
“I’d punch any man who saw you like that, or woman for that matter,” I say, because I would.
