Page 80 of Love Me Stalk Me
I glance at Martinez. "I'm actually in the mood for tacos."
Harris chimes in. "There's a place just down the street."
I nod. "Sounds good."
Internally, I know exactly what I'm doing.
I know I'm getting myself into full stalker territory.
But I can't help myself.
The second I step into the restaurant, I spot her.
Amanda sees me first. I don't hear what she says, but I see her immediately turn toward Izzy and point straight at me. Subtle.
Izzy blinks, slow and confused. Then she locks eyes with me. And I can tell from twenty feet away—she's drunk.
Very, very drunk.
I was just going to hang back. Let her have her night. Not interfere. Then Amanda, professional troublemaker that she is, waves the entire team down.
Christ.
Before I even have time to consider bailing, I'm being ushered toward their booth. Amanda grins at me, completely devious. "Hey, Callahan. Sit with us."
I open my mouth to object, but before I can say anything, she literally shoves me down into the booth.
Right next to Izzy.
Izzy, who is swaying slightly, tequila-bright eyes blinking up at me, warm and lazy. Her shoulder leans into mine, soft and pliant, and suddenly I have a new fucking problem. She smells like vanilla and margaritas and whatever shampoo she uses that's been slowly killing me all week.
She tilts her head up at me, lips parted slightly, dazed. "You came here for tacos?"
"Something like that."
She giggles andfuckthe sound makes my cock stir.
Harris tries to sit next to Amanda, but before his ass even touches the booth, she shoves a hand into his chest.
"Ew, no. We tried it. It didn't work. Give up."
The rest of the guys burst out laughing. Amanda, completely unbothered, scans the group like she's picking players for dodgeball.
She lands on Ramirez. Points at him.
"You can sit next to me," she decides. "And later, you can kiss me. But no tongue." She cocks her head to the side, as if thinking. "Well, tongue but only if I initiate tongue first."
Ramirez, who is either confused or in love, immediately sits down.
I shake my head, watching this circus unfold. "That girl is crazy," I mutter.
I don't realize I said it out loud until Izzy laughs, leaning into me even more.
"Yeah," she sighs, shaking her head. "She really is."
Her hair grazes my arm. She’s pressed against me, all curves and heat, completely unaware of the chaos she’s causing.
I should move.
