“Yep.” Pleased at his compliments, I chomped on my double burger. “But I only cook for boyfriends.”
“You cook for old dude?” He scarfed down fries while waiting for my answer.
“Yeah...but...” I let my words trail off at his triumphant expression. I guess if I saw him move in with a pretty girl and she cooked for him, I would think they were a couple. “Okay...how do you propose we do this? I want us to go out. Not just be inside having sex. And I don’t want to run into your women. I live next door.”
“Yeah, with Grey,” Carter added, his mouth twisted slightly.
“Don’t get jealous.” I smiled. Talking to Carter had been easier than I imagined.
He polished off his food and started eating my fries as if mulling over my words. “I won’t.”
“Well, I will. I heard you having sex the other night. I didn’t like it.”
Carter covered his mouth with his fist and chuckled. “Told her she was too loud.”
“That’s my point. I don’t want to have sex with you and then hear you with someone else the next day.”
“First, I fuck. I don’t have sex.” He sat back and let his shoes touch mine.
Though his cocky manner turned me incredibly on, I still asked. “The difference?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I told you I’m not having sex...fucking...you unless we agree to more.”
Carter’s deep-throated chuckle traveled straight to my spot. “You’re so cute. Can’t even say fuck without blushing. He’s obviously not hitting it right.”
“I have no complaints.” As soon as I said that, I closed my eyes. Shit. Shit. He’s pulled me into his world where I cheat on my boyfriend.
A boyfriend that I don’t have.
A boyfriend that he believes is Grey.
“Not yet.” He pushed my food toward me. “Finish eating, or I’ll finish it.”
“I don’t know why you're rushing me. We’re not doing anything until you promise not to sleep with another girl in your place as long as we’re sleeping together.” I pushed the burger back to him. “I don’t like the special sauce. You can keep it. The fries and the shake are enough.”
He picked up my phone that I’d placed next to me. “Here’s my number. Use it whenever you're ready to fuck.”
“We’re not hanging out after this?”
“Isn’t that why we're here? We're hanging out now.” Carter removed the cup's lid and swallowed some ice.
“That’s it?”
He reached under the table, took my gym shoe off my foot, and placed my foot against his hard and long length. “If we go to my place, we’re fucking.”
His erection intrigued me. I slowly caressed him, and he closed his legs. “Stop before you make me come.” He whispered, “And if that happens, we’re definitely fucking.”
Carter's threat worked, and I moved my foot and donned my shoe.
"Now, eat your fries," he ordered.
Carter drummed his knuckles on the table while I finished eating. I didn’t say another word or touch him. He wore thin shorts, and I knew he wouldn’t make a move until his manhood went down.
“Why are you smiling?” He asked.
“Didn’t realize I was,” I admitted.
