Page 65 of Falling for the Bad Boy
I set Trinity’s burger down in front of her. “Smoked gouda bacon cheeseburger and sweet potato fries.”
The plate barely touched the table before she sandwiched the bun in her hands and lifted it to her lips. “I’m so hungry I could eat a whole cow all by myself.”
I let out a laugh. “I’d love to see that.”
“Hmm?” She eyed me as she chewed.
“I bet you couldn’t even fit your mouth around the one-pounder.” I picked up the bottle of mustard and squirted some onto my plate.
She swallowed and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Hey, you stiffed me for lunch. It’s your fault my stomach practically started eating itself.”
“Stiffed.” I glanced up, catching her gaze. “That’s a funny word, ‘stiff.’”
“You want to go there right now?”
“Baby, I’m already halfway there.” I dragged a fry through the mustard. “Every time I’m anywhere near you, I can guarantee I’m sporting wood.”
She laughed, a ridiculous half-snort, half-chuckle that sounded like a fucking symphony to my ears. “Great. Maybe I should have ordered a foot-long hot dog instead. I can’t help but picture you feeling all out of sorts over there.”
“You don’t have to picture it.” I reached over and grabbed her hand. “If you don’t believe me, feel it for yourself.”
Her eyes widened as I guided her hand to my lap. The anticipation of feeling her touch, even through the thick denim of my jeans had blood flowing to my cock even before her palm rested on the growing ridge under my zipper.
“Oh, you poor baby.” She pursed her lips in mock sympathy. “You’ve got a real problem there.”
“A growing problem.” I shifted my ass on the vinyl seat, trying to ease the pressure in my groin. “I can grab a takeout box, and we can finish this upstairs if you’d rather.”
She shook her head. “Hell no. You get me up there now and this glorious burger will be cold and hard before you let me finish it.”
“What about me? I’m hot and hard right now.” I leaned over the table and kissed her. She tasted like salt as I pulled back and licked my lips.
“Everything okay over here?” Wyatt chose that inopportune moment to stop by our high-top.
I’d picked that particular table because it was out of the way. On a quiet weekday afternoon, there were only a handful of customers. Leave it to Wyatt to seek us out. Trinity’s hand curled up in my lap.
“We’re doing great, thanks for checking.” I gave her hand a squeeze but didn’t let go.
“How are your plans coming for your new business?” Wyatt turned his attention to her.
What was he getting at? I’d kept him in the loop through the whole ordeal. As far as he was concerned, our agreement still stood. Why was he questioning things?
“Oh, it’s fine.” Her attention volleyed back and forth between the two of us. “I’ve had some hiccups, but I seem to be on track to make the grand opening.”
“That’s what, in a few weeks?” Wyatt pulled out a stool and took a seat. Make yourself at home, asshole. Granted, it was his bar, but what kind of douche muscles in on an afternoon date?
“Not until September.” She eased her hand away from mine under the table. “I just need to get the rest of my inventory in place. I had a little snafu with my shipment, but Oliver’s helping me get it sorted out.”
“Oh yeah?” Wyatt’s eyebrows lifted, disappearing underneath his overgrown bangs. “Oliver’s a real peach. Don’t know what I’d do without him.”
Any chance of picking up where we’d left off disappeared with that last comment, along with the semi-wood I’d been rocking under Trinity’s palm.
“Your burger’s getting cold.” I nodded toward her plate.
“Oh, I’ll let the two of you get back to your lunch. Oliver, stop in at the office before you leave, okay? I need to go over the schedule for this week with you.”
“Can it wait until my shift tonight?” I asked.
“No, it can’t.” Wyatt held my gaze a couple of seconds too long before he tapped the table and turned to go. “Enjoy the rest of your meal. I’ll see you later.”
