Page 37 of Mr. Delicious
God could he be any more perfect?
“You have to tell me what AJ stands for.” I’d forgotten to ask, and it just popped into my head.
I wondered if he had a long name or just thought it was cool to go with the abbreviation.
When an uneasy look washed over his handsome face I started thinking that maybe he had an embarrassing name.
Then there was his silent contemplation.
“Oh my goodness, it’s something like Archibald Joubert.”
“Joubert?”He narrowed his gaze and smiled.
“I can’t think of anything embarrassing.”
“Why do you think it’s embarrassing?”
“The way you look.” I wagged my pointer at him and giggled. “Jupiter. Archibald Jupiter.”
“Do you want me to be Archibald Jupiter? You seem to like it.” He raised a dark brow and tilted his head to the side.
I laughed but leaned forward resting my hands on the table.
He didn’t want to tell me what AJ stood for.Why?
I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. It was just nice to laugh with him.
“You’re giving me the choice to name you Archibald Jupiter?”
“You can call me whatever you want.”
I pressed my lips together, hiding my smile, and trying not to blush like an idiot. That was all I did today, and pretty certain every other day I’d seen him.
“Are you ever going to tell me?”
“If I tell you, I’ll…” he leaned closer and brushed his fingers over my right hand.
“You’ll have to what?”
“Kill you.”
Oh my God. I burst out laughing. “What the hell?” I attempted a straight face, but couldn’t stop laughing.
“Wren, that’s not funny. If someone says that you run like hell.”
“You want me to run like hell in these heels? Come on.”
He chuckled and moved his chair next to me. When he sat back down his shoulders brushed against mine. I watched him and leaned into him as he placed his arm around me.
“I’ll kill you by spoiling you. You won’t have to run anywhere, except to me.”
“I’m dreaming.” Had to be because this wasn’t real.
“No, you’re not, but I could be.” I lifted my head to meet his gaze and smiled. “How about I tell you what AJ stands for on our last day here.”
“Okay, mysterious.” That was fine by me. “In my head you’ll be Archibald Jupiter until then.”
He planted a kiss on my forehead. When he pulled me even closer and our lips met I melted into his teasing kiss.
