Page 29 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 7
Chance
Remi teeters back to the table. I can tell that she’s had too many martinis and not enough dinner. I think all she ate was her salad. I hate when women don’t actually eat on a date. When they pretend that all they ever eat is salad, and then go home afterward and gorge on half a leftover pizza and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s once they’re alone. I wouldn’t have brought you to a restaurant if I didn’t want you to eat.
Knowing Remi has done that, I just want to shake her and tell her I know she eats for real. No one can have an ass like hers and not eat like a normal human. And I mean that in the best way possible, her ass is luscious. I want to sink my teeth into it and leave a mark. I want to spank it until she quivers and then slowly caress my handprint away.
Not that she and I are on a date, because we aren’t. I’m here for Kat, and even then only because her little Romeo, Brad Matthews, asked me to be. And it must have killed him to have to ask me for anything.
Escorting Remi here was just a side bonus. I’m her companion for the evening. Which means I get to pull her close when we dance, fantasize about what she looks like under her dress, and—
“Here,” she slams a glass of sparkling water down on the table in front of me.
“Thanks, darlin’.” I meet her eyes as I say it, she looks pissed.
“Uh-oh, what’d I do?”
“You’re just you,” she says, as though the answer is obvious.
“Glad to see I’m me, baby doll, I’d hate to be showin’ up as someone else.”
“Must you?”
“Must I… what?
“With the nicknames. Always with the nicknames. Is it that you can’t remember a woman’s name after she tells you? Do they all just blend together due to the mass numbers that flock to you? Is it laziness? Or maybe a lack of respect? Have you ever called a woman by her name?”
“No ma’am, not that I recall.”
“You’re such an ass.” She turns away from me.
“Hey, Remi,” I say softly. She does nothing. I touch her shoulder and wait for her to turn back to me.
“Remi.” I stretch the word out with a singsong voice.
Still nothing.
“Come on, gorgeous, turn around.”
“See what I mean?” She turns back and points at me.
“I said your name! Twice in fact. You didn’t even pay attention until I resorted to nicknames.”
“That’s not the point.”
“That’s exactly the point.” I take her half full martini glass away from her. “I think you’ve had enough for one night.”
“Oh no.” Her eyes narrow at me. “You don’t get to tell me when I’ve had enough to drink. You don’t get to tell me anything, actually.”
“I can’t have you falling off the back of my ride because you’re too drunk to hang on.”
“All the more reason why you never should have brought it.” The slur to her words is a further indication that she’s had too much to drink.
“It’s what I drive, hot stuff.”
“You don’t have a car?”
“Nope.”
