Page 28 of Sure, Pal

Sometimes being selfish paid off.

I smiled at Evan. “Well, I hope you like the new, selfish me.”

“I’m betting on it.”

“The selfish me wants to—”

“Hello! Are you two ready to order?” A pretty blonde waitress smiled at us and waited politely.

After we ordered, and the waitress walked away, Evan grinned at me and asked, “What were you going to say?”

I was going to say I wanted to bring him back to my apartment and fuck him, but I’d lost my nerve. Selfish, confident me was a work in progress. I’d only started pursuing my own dreams a few months ago.

If I got everything I wanted all at once, my head might explode. I should slow my roll.

“Nothing.” I cleared my throat and hoped to god I wasn’t blushing.

Evan raised a single eyebrow. “You sure?”

I nodded and gulped my water. “So, I feel like I drunkenly talked about myself way too much last night.”

“Not possible.” Evan’s gaze gave me chills. He was so confident now — like I said, a real fucking man. It was beyond hot.

I smiled and shook my head. “Tell me more about why you’re here and how long you’re here and everything! I need to know exactly how long I get to spend time with you.”

A strange look filled Evan’s eyes, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Uh… I think I’m just here for the summer.”

“You think?” I asked and cocked my head to the side. “You don’t know?” Evan was definitely acting weird. This was the second time he’d skated over his reason for being home.

The waitress brought our food, interrupting our conversation, and saving Evan from answering. After she left, he gave me a flirty grin that made my mind numb. “When’s your next show?”

“I have another short one tonight, actually. It’s a good weekend.”

“It is a good weekend.” Evan’s flirty smile was literally killing me. “What time is the show? I want to come.”

“Me too…” It slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Evan was sending me into a hyper-sexualized frenzy today. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

“What?” Evan gave me a confused look.

I let out a nervous laugh. “Oh my god. Nothing. Pretend I didn’t say that.”

Understanding filled Evan’s eyes, and he gave me a wicked grin across the table. “Holy shit, Sienna. Was that a sex joke?”

I shrugged and bit my lip.

Evan glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was near and then lowered his voice. “Fuck. You just made me hard.” He let out a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair. I watched them, wondering how they’d feel buried in my hair. “We’re not kids anymore, are we?” He laughed and rubbed his jaw. “Okay, Sienna, if I come to your show tonight, will you invite me back to your place after?”

My heart pounded in my throat. “Yes. I make amazing coffee…”

Evan’s breathtaking blue eyes flicked up and down my body, settling on my breasts. “Oh, I bet you do.”

Holy fuck. I was going to have to change my underwear.

Evan leaned back and took a bite of the pasta he ordered. “What time is your show?”

“9:30.”

He nodded. “Okay. I have a family thing right after this lunch, and then I’m working a shift at Emiliano’s, but I’m off at 9. I should be able to get there by 9:30.”

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