Chapter Five
Ava
Jason rubs the heel of his palm against his chest, pain evident on his face. “Jason?” I call out, but he’s lost in thought. Lying my hand over his, I try again. “Jason?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” he says, shaking off whatever caused his faraway look.
“Are you okay?” I ask, nodding toward his hand over his chest.
He lowers it to his lap and smiles. “Just got lost in thought. You decide on your food?”
“Yes.”
He waves at the waitress across the room, and she hurries over.“Están listos?”
“Sí!”he says and turns his attention toward me. “What would you like, sweetheart?”
“Fajitas, por favor.”
Jason smirks and orders himself a chimichanga as promised, and the woman walks away. “Are you holding out on me?”
I shake my head. “No. I know a few phrases, but from the sound of it, you’re more fluent.”
“What else don’t I know about you, Ava?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
The sound brings my thoughts back to the bedroom when he asked if I enjoyed whatever he was doing at the time. My body is eager for more of Jason, desperate even. It’s why I refuse to drink around him. Not because I don’t trust him to be a gentleman, but I worry I’ll behave like I did last time. Then again, my behavior led to the best orgasms in my life. Sure, I second-guessed myself the following morning, but it was all me. Jason didn’t do anything wrong.
Looking back at him, I find patience and desire circling. “How old are you anyhow?” I blurt out of nowhere. Amusement flashes in his eyes while mine shut in embarrassment.
“I’m forty-two years young.”
Nodding, I examine his face. I hope I age as well as he has.
“Is it a problem?” he asks, and I realize I’m staring, my brows knit in deep thought.
“Oh, no! Forty-two is great—fine, I mean. I’m thirty-four—but you already know after reading my patient file.”
He smiles, and I start doing math. “Wait, so you were in college when I was entering high school?”
“I suppose.” He chuckles and cocks his head. “Do you have a problem with the age difference?”
“No, just processing. To be honest, I’ve always been attracted to older men. Maturity, stability, and all that jazz.”
“I’m not sure that’s guaranteed with age. There are plenty of people over forty who don’t have their shit together.”
Thinking of my friend’s brother, I nod. “Yeah, I suppose. I know someone who’s about your age. He’s got like five kids and four baby mamas. I don’t even know if he can afford all the child support.”
Jason shakes his head. “No thanks. Talk about drama…”
I nod. “Two kids are more than enough for me.”
“Three is max. Four would be an act of God,” he says and chuckles.
The last man I dated didn’t want any children. It’s a relief to know this about Jason early on. I’m not willing to invest time with someone who isn’t on the same page as me.
“I have a question, feel free to not answer if you don’t want to talk about work.”
Jason nods slowly. “I’ll try my best to answer, but without knowing, I can’t promise you anything.”
