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"Fine."
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Kassie
Submit An Official Request
Before the brunch rush,Gianna’swas quietest than I’d ever seen it. It wasn’t hard for the hostess to seat us at a booth. And the moment we sat down, I was damn grateful. My whole body ached. The only thing keeping the exhaustion at bay was curiosity.
What does Ryan want to talk about this badly?
I put my chin in my hands and yawned. "What are we discussing?"
"Just one thing," Ryan promised and scrolled through his phone, keeping it a foot away, like it could’ve grown fangs and bit him.
"Is this something I need to be coherent for?"
"I’m not looking for an answer right now," he replied. "This is more of an introduction to negotiations and I can print out a copy, if you want."
Negotiations?
Our waitress stopped by the table with some waters and I smiled up at her. Sloane, the pretty redhead who remembered Ryan’s protein shakes. But when I reached for a menu, Ryan stopped me.
"We don’t need menus. Kassie wants the strawberry banana French Toast special, eggs, toast, bacon. And a glass of orange juice."
My lips tugged up for a smile.
Ryan grinned back at me and shifted to face her again. "And I’ll have my usual."
While I had french toast? I shook my head. "No, he won’t. We’re both getting my order."
"That’s a lot of sugar," Ryan pointed out. "I can’t do that."
"No practice today and you dragged me in here, you’re doing it."
Sloane took a long look between us. "Uh…do we need a minute?"
"Nope." I reached for my back pocket for my secret weapon, nestled in my wallet. "You dragged me here, ball dribbler. Either you eat this with me or I’m paying."
Ryan took a long look at me but I wasn’t bluffing. I slipped out my credit card and held it between two fingers, a loaded weapon as far as he was concerned.
"You’re not paying," he told me flatly.
"Maybe I’ll pretend to go to the bathroom and slip them my card."
"Kassie."
I shrugged. "Even if you pay, I’ll come back later, and offer a bigger tip for a refund with a new card."
Sloane giggled. "Sounds good to me."
Ryan ran a hand through my hair, never straying his eyes from mine. He waited for me to crack. Maybe he thought I was too tired to fight him on this but he couldn’t be more wrong. I wasn’t getting a damn good breakfast and watching him eat kitchen ingredients. Fuck that. I gazed back at him. No compromise today.
He narrowed his eyes. "Fine."
I gave the sweetest smile I had and he narrowed his eyes further.
The moment the menus disappeared, I had all of Ryan’s irritation to myself. He might’ve scared the freshmen on his football team but I didn’t have a jersey number. He couldn’t negotiate on this.
