Page 20 of Such A Good Guy

My face flamed and I wanted to move away, but suddenly his knee split my thighs apart and there he was, his knee hovering just a few inches from my swollen pussy.

I wasn’t sure if he realized how close he was to me, or if he was just manspreading because he had these wildly long legs.

Then he pressed his leg forward and his knee hit my overheated clit with a throb that I felt all the way down the back of my calves.

Just then the waitress arrived to deliver our orders.

Iimmediatelyregretted going with the arctic char.

What the absolute fuck had I been thinking to order fish right after getting off a plane? I obviously had developed motion sickness at my advanced age of 27 and should have known better.

I excused myself from the table and raced to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilets before throwing up.

Fuckinghell!This was all stupid Luke’s fault for going on a tour of Canada that I justhadto accompany him on. I had already filled out the paperwork to get my brother’s ashes released. What else could I possibly need to do?

I felt a little better after I had rinsed out my mouth and I unbuttoned the top button on my black jeans again. I would feel better when I had a shower at the hotel.

Walking back out, I noticed the waitress was still there, talking to Luke.

Good, maybe this would distract him from this ridiculous idea that we should date.

But as soon as I exited the bathroom, rinsed-out mouth, hair up in a messy bun, and my top button secretly undone because I wasburstingout of my pants, his eyes zoomed in on me like a laser.

Even though she wasliterallystanding right next to him in a dress so low-cut I could see the tips of her rosy little pink nipples poking out the top of the bodice, the name tag that saidWhitneynestling between her perky tits so he couldn’t possibly miss it.

“I’m such a fan,” Whitney said, fingering the low hemline of her dress as she looked at Luke. “I never would’ve dreamed you would come to Nunavut.”

“Thank you,” he said politely, but he wasn’t even glancing over at her.

As I approached, he jumped up and pulled the chair out for me.

“Feeling OK?” he murmured in my ear.

Great, now he was going to gloat that I got motion sickness.

“Fine, I’m fine now,” I said.

“Should I get you some plain porridge?” he asked, his breath rustling curls at the back of my neck.

As I sat down, he put both arms on my chair and scooted me up to the table.

He was really taking the whole protective thing too far now.

“What am I, am invalid?” I said irritably. “I’ll take some oatmeal, though.”

“Got it,” Whitney said, biting her pink lips. “And want about you?” she asked, looking at Luke and putting a hand on her hip. “Want my phone number? I could show you around town. Give you anything you want. I’mveryopen-minded.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes again. By the way she was practically stroking herself in front of him, it was obvious what she wanted. This was going to be a whole long process, having to wade through everyone who wanted to fuck Luke just to get this paperwork done.

I pushed aside the char.

Why had I thought fish was a good idea?

My stomach roiled again.

Maybe it was just stress from him literally springing this insane idea that we should date on me.

I fished in my bag for the itinerary Luke had sent me.

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