Page 41 of Chasing Lyric
Was coming tonight a good thing?
He seems to sense my apprehension, and he suddenly sits forward, his hand rushing out across the table to take mine in his.
My breath catches.
Damn those fireworks.
His eyes meet mine. “Stop overthinking everything I say, Lyri. I haven’t met a woman like you before. Someone who knowsexactlywhat she wants, but her life is a comfortable chaos. You’re a whirling dervish, and you’ve swept me up in your wake.”
“How very poetic of you.”
His eyes widen. “See? That!Thatrightthereis what I’m talking about. Your take-no-shit attitude. I throw shade at you, you bite back. I say something nice, you throw shit at meanyway.” He runs his free hand through his locks. “I gotta tell you, Lyri, you’re one in a million.”
I’m speechless.
Utterly speechless.
But I’m just not sure if it is a good thing just yet.
He removes his hand from mine, and I let out a long exhale.
“Thanks?” I reply, more like a question than an answer.
He chuckles. “You’re welcome.”
I sit back as Tiff brings over a plate of oysters and places them on the table. “Here you go, Chase.” As she bends, she thrusts her tits out obviously, but Chase’s eyes don’t leave mine.
This bitch, really?
“Thanks, Tiff,” Chase replies, eyes still on mine.
She flings her head around, stares at me, huffs, then turns, walking off like she’s annoyed.
I scoff.She’s pissed at me?The cow is hitting onmydate.
Chase lifts his chin. “Jealousy suits you.”
I snap my head to him, my mouth dropping open. “Whatever! Sheisbeing ridiculous, though.Look at my boobs, Chase. They’re so fake and perky, Chase.”
He bursts out laughing, the sound so genuine it stops me in my tracks. “If it helps, yours are perky, too.”
My breath catches in my throat. “If it helps…yourass is perky, tight, and firm, and I could go on, but I won’t because it would berude,Chase.”
He licks his gorgeous, plump lips. His eyes are locked hard on my lips like he wants to devour them. It makes my clit throb with need.
“Oyster?” he asks as he leans forward, grabbing a shell.
I groan in frustration while reaching for the seafood I’ve never tried, but I figure now is as good a time as any to start. I pick the shell up, assessing it. He’s watching me like a hawk. I don’t wanthim to know I haven’t done this before, so I just do what I do best.
Fake it till I make it.
Here goes nothing.
I bring the shell to my mouth, tipping it back. I wince a little at the coldness as the slime-ball slides into my mouth.Oh my God!I grimace at the texture, not to mention the weird-ass taste my mouth has suddenly encountered.
Chase chuckles.
Guess I’m pulling a face, but I pull up my big girl panties and try to chew on it. This thing squishes in my mouth, the flavor something I can’t even explain, but the tough and horrible texture assaults me at the same time. It makes me think of mucus, and I immediately want to barf.
