Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“You tell me.” I watch her closely, and she smiles into her hand.
“I don’t know. He started asking me for the stupid ketchup as he looked up, but then he totally lost his train of thought. He did the whole chuckle thing you do, you know, how you sometimes stop and start to laugh in the middle of a sentence?” she says, then quickly continues, “And then he remembered what he was asking, and asked again, so I was like, yeah sure, but then I got nervous and forgot to look away.” Suddenly, she glares at me. “Wait. Was he being flirty?”
“Did you feel like he was being flirty?”
“Well, he kind of gave me one of those sexy side-grins I love, and his eyes did that flick down, flick up thing after, so I don’t know… yes?”
Sexy side-grins?
Her eyes widen, and she pushes off the table, her back against the cushion. “Hold the ship. He totally wanted me to notice him checking me out. He was being flirty.” She looks off, as if stunned by the realization. “Weird,” she whispers then, but when I shift in the seat, her gaze darts right back. “Where you going?”
“Home.”
The hint of triumph in her gaze is gone, replaced by the nervous nibbling of her lip as creases begin to frame her eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
My eyes narrow at her quick response. “Davis.”
She shoots from the seat. “No, nothing. I have to get back at it anyway.”
I glare, trying to read the sudden change in her demeanor. “Right.”
She stands there, watching as I slip from the booth, meeting my gaze when I step in front of her.
“You busy later?”
She gives a little shake of her head.
“Do you think you can stop by the bar around four? It doesn’t open until six, but we should talk.”
“I feel like you didn’t understand what I was trying to say earlier. I am not good with guessing games or half answers or seriously confusing Crew-isms.”
At that, my lips switch. “I think you’ll survive a couple more hours.”
Her nose scrunches and I get the feeling she’s holding back a little stomp.
I hold her gaze for a few moments, then intentionally flick it above her head to the dude in the black hat, who happens to be staring this way, but I don’t leave my eyes there long enough to know if he jerks away when caught. I give my attention back to her.
“It’s about our little deal.” I shift in closer. “How is that for making it clear?”
I wait for the flush I know is coming, and it does, slipping up and above the high collar of her T-shirt and meeting the hollow of her cheeks.
“I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She nods, clearing her throat. “See you.”
With that, I turn and walk away, slipping out the door without another glance back, but I don’t have to look to know the guy is staring at her, noticing the red on her cheeks, and fully aware something I said put it there.
As ridiculous as it is, there’s something about a woman’s possible unavailability that attracts a man more.
It’s shitty, but it’s true.
So now, the guy will do one of two things. He’ll either find a way to ask what he wants to know and make his move after he gets his answer…Or he’ll do what I told her most men do when it comes to Davis Franco.
Take the L.
But I wouldn’t be walking out of this place if I thought he had the balls to do the first.
Even if he did, she wouldn’t bite.
Not when her teeth are set on sinking into me…
Davis
Rachel kept me to the very last second, but I still managed to make it home before two thirty, leaving me with an hour and a half of a gap to spare.
I’ve been known to make treats in less time, so I whip up a new, fresh batch of peanut butter cookies. My plan was to sneak them up to his office before he got there, but even arriving twenty minutes early, I was too late.
Crew’s leaning against the large stone door with his phone to his ear as I climb out of my car.
He holds a finger up to his lips, so I make a zipping motion with mine.
I’m not sure if his eye roll is for me or the person pissing him off on the phone when he says, “I don’t care about the why, Jose, are you making it in for your shift tonight or not?”
The squishy sound of the Ziplock in my grasp draws his attention, and olive eyes bounce from it to meet mine.
“That’s what you said last time.” Crew speaks into his phone but stares at me as he kicks off the wall. He opens his mouth.
I freeze for a second, and a single brow lifts before me, so with slow is this or isn’t this what he’s trying to tell me movements, I peel open the plastic, reaching inside.