"This is true," I agree with him. "But it's my lawyer." I roll my eyes.
"What did he want?"
"To talk about some of my accounts, and to let me know that he stopped by this morning and Roland wouldn't let him see me." Sucker.
"I like Roland."
"He is kind of great," I admit.
"I don't care for this lawyer. May I?" he asks, and I hand him my phone. "He needs to be looked into." Killian clicks on my screen.
"Watcha doin?"
"Texting myself so you have my number and sending myself the lawyer's number."
"For what?" I ask, taking my phone back.
"I know people. I want to make sure this lawyer isn't up to no good. I don't trust him. He's your lawyer, and it's clear he's into you and jealous."
“No.” He can’t be into me. “He’s rude.”
“He’s dead.”
“Dead?”
Killian clears his throat. He’s very much alive, or he wouldn’t be annoying me with his texts.
“Dreadful.” I nod in agreement as the server brings over our food.
We ordered way too much, but I tried to keep it under control.
"You might have to carry me out of here." I laugh. Every inch of the table is covered in plates.
"No might about it. I'll carry you everywhere if you want me to."
"You're way too agreeable." I pick up a potsticker. He grunts a response, and I have to fight the urge to kiss him… but now I'm thinking about kissing him in all kinds of places.
Chapter Ten
KILLIAN
She’s even adorably sexy while she eats. There is nothing this woman does wrong. If angels are real, she surely is one.
This is why the lawyer has to die. The guy eating at the counter also has a death wish as well. He's glanced over here a few times, sneaking peeks at my girl. Not sure I can get the counter guy alone without Teddy noticing. I'll have to settle for only the lawyer for now, but the day is young. Counter guy better thank his lucky stars because he was one bathroom visit away from meeting his maker.
"Dessert?" the server asks with a small laugh.
"Oh gosh, I wish." A small moan leaves my Teddy Bear, not helping my hard-on.
Is this why men are always trying to fuck women? To deal with the constant hard-on they have? My dick has only one person in mind.
The thought of Teddy's hands and mouth all over me isn't revolting. That's how I have always seen it when others were near me. I want my space. I'm sure my upbringing is a big part of that. Shoved into orphanages with barely any space or food. No one gives a shit about you, and you learn it’s survival ofthe fittest. There are no niceties or affections afforded to you in those places.
"Let me get some of this out of your way," the server says. "And I'll leave this here; no rush." She pulls the check out of her apron pocket, making another paper slip free and fall to the ground.
"Got it," Teddy says, bending down to grab it from next to her foot.
It's a flyer about a carnival. Fucking hate those places. I don't understand the enjoyment of going around in circles on a ride or losing to their rigged games.
