Page 46 of Love Undiscovered
Fuck.
This feels like he’s changing the game.
Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
“If you’re serious, then where do you see this going?” I ask, stalling for time while I try to come up with a counter plan to this new development.
“Do you mean like white picket fences and babies? Sure, if that’s what you want? I’m open.”
I choke on my martini.
“I’m kidding, Icy. Jeez. Relax, would you? I’m just saying that despite everything, I kind of have a good time with you, all things considered. And it might not be so bad if we go out again, you know?”
I calm down.
Okay, we are still on the same page. Well, for the most part. At least the page where I end it in a month.
Jesus.
“Don’t scare me like that again.”
“Sorry babe, didn’t mean to,” he says with a wink.
He called me babe.
I hate that.
He called Kat babe.
I hate that too.
“Don’t call me babe,” I say a little too harshly.
He holds his hands up as if in surrender. “Okay, no babe, sorry. In fact, forget I even said it just then. It is gone from my vocabulary.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“So, about that second date?” he asks.
“Why don’t we see if we make it through this one first,” I say. But then I remember the stakes. This isn’t real life. This is saving my shoe’s life.
“Actually, let’s do it,” I say. I can tell he’s a little surprised by my change of heart. “Let’s set a date now. My schedule can get kind of busy with work, so if I get something on the calendar now, I’ll have to honor it.”
“Did I just hear you say you were planning a date in advance?” Alex interjects into our conversation. I can see the shock on his face.
“Yes,” I say. “We are having a great time. You did a wonderful job with this set up. And we plan to see each other again.”
“Great,” Alex says weakly.
“Right?” Harley says clapping her hands, clearly oblivious to Alex’s seeming distress. She reminds me of Lexie that way. Though I hope Alex’s response doesn’t mean he’s still hung up on me.
“It is great, Alex,” Chance says, a smug look on his face.
I don’t have the time to try and figure out what that little exchange between the boys means, because our food arrives. I’d opted for scallops as my surf part of the shared meal, and they smell divine. I start eating immediately. Not having realized how hungry I was.
The scallops taste just as wonderful as they smell, practically melting in my mouth.
“Good?” Chance asks.
“So good,” I practically moan.
“I like seeing you eat,” he says.
“Because you like to see things go in my mouth?” I smirk.
He laughs lightly “You got me there, Icy. But also because anything you put in your mouth, lends itself to that luscious ass.”
I want to take offense at that, but it’s hard when he’s looking at me with desire in his eyes.
