Page 77 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 20
Remi
I end up getting a pair of cuffed boyfriend jeans with a skinny cut, which I pair with a tight, white cap sleeve V-neck t-shirt, and black platform stilettos. I pull my hair partway back with a red bandana and leave my bangs straight. My hair is ready for a helmet, and my outfit is ready for the bike. I grab my own leather jacket and set it by the door. It’s still ten minutes before he’s due to be here.
I check my makeup one more time, then my outfit.
Calm the fuck down, Remi.
My phone buzzes, it’s a text from Kat.
Kat: I know you’re ready, and probably fretting. Grab a shot of tequila and sit the fuck down and relax. It’s just one night. No big deal.
Me: It’s creepy how well you know me sometimes. I love you for that. Thank you!
Kat: Love you more. Have a great time! Try to get laid!
I laugh at that, then head to the kitchen to grab a shot of tequila. I’ve just started to feel the effects of the alcohol when the doorbell rings. I look through the peephole, even though I know it’s him. Then giggle slightly when I see we are wearing near identical outfits, with him in his trademark jeans, white tee, and leather jacket.
I open the door.
He looks me up and down. “Wow. Icy, you dress down well. I mean really fucking well.” He pauses at my tits.
“Eyes up here, big boy.” I push his chin up with my finger.
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before,” he says with a wink.
I laugh. “I’m ready to go if you are.”
“Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and pulls me out the door. I feel more prepared this time getting on his bike. I scoot right up against his back and wrap my arms around his waist. He taps my hand. “You good?”
“I’m good.”
He starts the bike, and I lay my head against his back to enjoy the ride.
We pull up to a curb a short time later, behind what appears to be a food truck.
“A food truck?” I ask.
“A culinary delight disguised as a food truck,” he says.
I take a big whiff of the air around us. “Oh my God, it smells amazing,” I say.
We round to the side of the truck and I see the name painted on the side,Motion of the Ocean.“Is it seafood?” I ask, excited and hungry.
“Yes,” he says. “These guys go out and catch it in the morning, then come back and grill it up at night. They’re only open a couple days a week. And they switch out the location all the time, but it’s worth tracking them down. The food is that good. And, right now it’s lobster season.”
“You’re speaking my language,” I say.
We order and get our food, me a curried lobster wrap, and Chance the lobster tacos. He finds a bench for us to sit on to eat. He’s right, the food is that good. I moan as I take another bite.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says.
“Oh God, I love it,” I say. “Can I try some of yours?”
He feeds me a bit of taco. It’s divine.
“You have a…” he starts, then reaches up with his thumb and wipes something from the side of my mouth. I dab at my face with the napkin.
