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“Sure.”
Something about that 'sure' didn't seemcompletelyconvincing … but, it was what I had to work with.
I sat up. “I need some time to get myself ready, then.”
“Just put on your dress and go as you are,” Hunter said with a careless shrug.
“Hunter! We'll look like we just rolled out of bed.”
“That'sthe point. We'll roll up an hour late. We'll be the couple that obviously skipped our reservation to fuck instead. I'm not ashamed—are you?” Hunter grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed.
“… No,” I said at last. I jumped out of bed and picked my dress off the floor. “I guess not.”
We'll see, though.
Chapter 17:
Just a Hockey Player
Rockwell
The hostess smiled at us.
“Hi,” I said. “We've got a reservation. Name's Rockwell.”
Honor quietly whispered in my ear while the hostess typed into her computer keyboard. “Hunter!You know we're late! There's no way they saved that table for us.”
“Worth a shot, isn't it?” I whispered back.
Honor looked so sexy in her dress—and so adorable with stray hairs fleeing her crown of braids, thanks to our romp.
And speaking of our romp … that girl blew my fuckin' mind. That was the hottest sex I'deverhad. I'd tried so hard to last longer, but when she started whispering in my ear? About what a big cock I had, and how good it made her feel?
Holy shit.I never stood a chance. Just thinking about it now made my cock start to grow—so I told myself I'd better stop, before some fan spotted me walking around a restaurant with an obvious hard-on. The media had enough things to trash me for. I didn't need to give them any more ammunition.
“… I'm sorry,” the hostess said at last with a frown. “It seems your reservation was over an hour ago, Mr. Rockwell.”
“Anhourago? Huh. We must have lost track of time.” Discreetly, I slid my hand down the small of Honor's back and pinched her ass. She writhed away, trying to play it cool, even as she slapped at my hand and whispered, “stop it!”
“Do you have any other open tables?” I asked the hostess.
“No,” the hostess frowned again. “We're booked all night, unfortunately.”
“Oh, too bad.” I slipped a bill over the host desk. “Could you check again?”
That polite frown of hers disappeared when she saw Benjamin Franklin—instead she pursed her lips and nodded with determination. She typed something into her keyboard. “Ah, yes, onejustbecame available! Follow me, I'll take you to your table.”
“Great.”
Triumphant, I winked at Honor as we made our way to the table.
She rolled her eyes at me playfully. “Was arriving late part of your plan? So you could impress me by bribing our hostess?”
Shit.Why wasn't she ever impressed by my status? As much as it attracted me to her, it kinda scared me, too. Because once she realized I wasn't anything beyonda guy that made a lot of money for being really good at hockey, I'd be dead in the water.
Our cozy, candle-lit table sat at the back of the dim restaurant. I pulled Honor's chair out for her and took my seat after her.
“This place is so fancy, Hunter!”
