Page 97 of Under the Lies

After thirty seconds of nuking she takes it out. It’s some kind of noodle dish that she starts stabbing with a fork and shoving it into her mouth.

Forkful after forkful, noodles go into her mouth until she’s not giving herself time to swallow, making her cheeks jut out like an overstuffed chipmunk.

“You’re going to choke,” I warn.

She does nothing but give me a cold stare over her full cheeks. Until she gets a peculiar look in her eyes and throws her fork to the floor. She runs to the sink, spitting it all out.

I rub my jaw.

After rinsing her mouth out with water, she turns around and leans against the sink.

“You’ve never been more attractive,” I deadpan.

She isn’t amused. “At least you can finally admit I’m attractive.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” She tilts her head.

“Fish for compliments.” I push away from the bar and walk toward her, swiping a bottle of alcohol off the nearby counter as I go.

An eyebrow goes up. “Pardon me for never knowing where I stand with you.”

“And me saying you’re attractive does?”

“Yeah.” She shrugs. “At least you’re not repulsed by me.”

“I had my dick inside you last night. Don’t know if I would call that repulsed.” I stop in front of her, holding out the bottle of tequila.

“What’s that for?” she asks, not moving to take it.

“To wash your mouth out.” The bottle hangs between us.

“Why?”

“I don’t want the taste of noodles in my mouth when I kiss you.”

“You’re going to kiss me?” She doesn’t sound as excited as I thought.

“I’m fucking trying to.”

She takes the bottle, finally, but sets it on the counter. “No, thanks. I’m good.” She smiles up at me, not making a move to get away.

I cross my arms. “You’re good?”

“Yep.” She nods, a little too much. “Last night was enough to sate my curiosity.”

“That so?” I don’t believe her. Especially when her eyes follow my hand as it goes to my tie, loosening it.

“Ye—yeah.” She clears her throat. “Totally good now. Thanks so much for those orgasms.”

I chuckle, loving how her cheeks grow red as I start to undo the buttons at the collar of my shirt.

She grabs the bottle and takes a swig, wincing at the stinging taste.

Her eyes dip to my lips. But it’s too late. I changed my mind.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” I tell her when I shuck my shirt off, reaching around her to put it on the counter.

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