Page 20 of Linc
Everly
Warning Bells!!Red Flags!!
What am I doing?I should just walk out of here and not look back.I knew things were too good to be true.And to think I just endured getting my own flesh being ripped off my body to cleanse itself from unwanted hair.
Could she be just a client?She looks so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.It would be right to give him the benefit of the doubt but after the little stunt Linley just pulled, I’m hesitant.She seemed a little too familiar with Linc to just be a client, but I guess I’ll find out over lunch.
We walk together with our hands entwined, because Linc refuses to release his hold on me, through the revolving glass doors of his building and out in the LA sun.It’s a beautiful day out and I’m hoping that it wasn’t just ruined.
“Where would you like to eat lunch?”He asks, placing sunglasses on to shield his eyes.
He looks amazing in a fitted dark gray suit and tight black shirt underneath.He’s got a slight stubble on his face that makes him even more handsome.
“I guess that depends on how much time you’ve got to eat,” I offer as we stand on the curb as people stroll by us.
“The rest of the day is all yours, angel.I’m at your mercy.”He bends down a touch like he’s bowing to royalty, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips.He really is funny sometimes.
“I hope you’re adventurous when it comes to eating.”
“I’ve got a stomach of steel!”He pats his belly then grabs for my fingers again.“Lead the way.”
We walk down a few blocks to the small park where the parking lot is full of people on their lunch break.Linc has taken off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, bearing his muscled forearms.I’ve touched over almost every inch of this man’s body and have each part of his glorious frame memorized after Saturday’s massage.
As we approach the park, Linc is still looking around trying to figure out which restaurant we’re going to, and I hope he’s not too disappointed in my choice.I know he’s used to the finer dining and mainstream eating establishments and there’s nothing wrong with that; it’s just sometimes your body needs some hearty junk.
“Well, are you in the mood for tacos, waffles or maybe turkey legs?”
Linc’s eyebrows crease as he ponders over my selections.
“Are we headed to a carnival?”he questions, and it makes me laugh.
I wave my hand over to the food trucks at the park and his mouth drops open, then closes like a fish.
“I… we… ah,” I think for the first time ever I’ve just shocked him speechless.
“Ever eaten off a food truck before?”
“Is it even safe to eat that food?Aren’t there like rules and regulations about this?”He continues to stare over at the truck, completely missing the line of people who enjoy this every day.
“It’s not as bad as you think,” I coax.“And I thought you said you liked to do adventurous things?”
“Not as bad?Don’t people get food poisoning from these places?I can see the growing number of lawsuits as we watch them stuff their faces, Everly,” he says so matter of fact.
Now I do erupt in laughter that makes others turn towards us.
“Don’t knock it, till you’ve tried it.Come on, don’t be so judgmental, food trucks are under health code regulations too.”
I’m dragging Linc across the parking lot, getting in line at the taco truck.Saylor and I come here and eat when we can, they have the best tacos.Once we’ve made it to the front of the line, I order four tacos and two waters.
“I’m not looking forward to getting my stomach pumped in a few hours,” Linc grumbles, snagging some napkins.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right by your side holding your hand if you do,” I say and nudge the taco towards his mouth as we sit under a shade tree having a makeshift picnic.
As the first bite is chewed and swallowed, Linc seems to finally come around.His eyes roll back as he hums his appreciation for them.
“Oh my God, that’s good.That’s really good.”He continues to stuff his face and hum after every bite.“How did I ever think this was horrible?”
“Sometimes you’ve got to take a chance,” I respond and wipe my mouth with a napkin.
