Page 10 of Kiss My Crown
Today has dragged worse than ever before. I swear it was like one problem after another. I actually got puked on today by a kid whose mom forced her over to me in the first place. I don’t do throw up. A part of me was tempted to take the dress off right there and run through the park in just my bra and panties.
By the time I got a new dress I had to be at the castle for our performance. When I walk up he’s making out with one of the princesses who basically wears a bra and calls it a costume. I don’t want him anymore, but that doesn’t mean I want him to be happy.
It was like one temper tantrum, pervy father, and minor disaster after another. I’m just glad to be finally done with today. I slide into my car and check my texts, plugging the address Justin sent me into my GPS.
My stomach totally has butterflies and I can’t help but think that it’s not normal to have them after grade school. When I pull up to the place it’s a restaurant called Big Boy. I giggle at the name, knowing that I could make so many innuendos when it comes to this place.
Getting out of my car, I see Justin waiting out front. He’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt that shows off his muscular arms, which I didn’t even notice that first day. I say a silent prayer that I won’t trip and bust my ass, because let’s face it, it’s me we’re talking about.
“Hey!” He smiles at me. “Hope you have a big appetite since we’re eating at Big Boy.” He winks at me.
I laugh as I close the distance between us. “You would pick a place that I’m sure has plenty of pun opportunities.”
“Who, me? Never.” He shakes his head as we walk into the restaurant.
The host walks us back to a booth and hands us some menus. I really am starving and decide on a burger and fries. The waitress shows up a few minutes later to take our order.
“I’ll have the cheeseburger with no onions.” If I intend to kiss him at all I need to be smart.
“Okay, no problem. Would you like extra Big Boy sauce on that?” She smiles.
Big Boy sauce? Every part of me wants to crack a sex joke right now.
“I don’t think she does. She’ll be getting plenty of big boy sauce later,” Justin says as the waitress’s face turns bright red, and she basically runs away from our table.
My mouth drops open as I look over at him.
“You have to admit that was funny. I think I might have scarred her for life, though. Every time she asks that question she will go through PTSD.” He makes a goofy face, and I can’t hold in the laughter that bursts out of my mouth.
“Is this why you wanted to come here, so you’d have ammo?”
He sighs. “After only a few days you already have me figured out.”
The rest of the meal goes great. Justin is one of the best dates I’ve ever had. He’s gorgeous and completely hilarious. I could actually see myself liking him, which is so weird to even say after a date.
I like that he isn’t stuck-up and completely full of himself.
I think the best part is that I didn’t talk about work or get irritated once through the whole thing. The check comes and I hold my breath, waiting for him to pull a cowboy.
“Shit, this is embarrassing. I totally forgot my wallet.” He looks over at me.
Fucking seriously? I open my mouth to say I’ll pick up the check before he starts to laugh.
“Just kidding. You should have seen your face.” He gets up from the booth, taking the check up to the front.
I follow him after a few minutes. It might be a little exhausting trying to keep up with Justin.
He walks me out to my car, and we are now engaged in the awkward stance where you don’t know how to say goodbye.
“Ah, screw it.” He reaches for me, pulling me to him, letting his mouth crash against mine.
His hands grip my hips and he steps forward, backing me against my car. I wrap my arms around his neck as I open my mouth to him. He’s moving slow, but he’s dominant at the same time. My fingers thread through his hair, giving it a little tug.
“Hey now, if you get to do it, so do I.” His hands slowly move up my body until one of them wraps around my ponytail, giving it a tug and exposing my neck to him. He places a few kisses on it before completely letting go of me.
“Unless you want to cash in on my big boy sauce offer, I need to stop now. Text you later, beautiful.”
He walks away, and I’m still standing there like an idiot.
