“Where?” I demand, the lack of patience on my part quite evident from my tone.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, and he picks up the menu like it’s no big deal.
“What the fuck, Bradley?”
He laughs. “I don’t know if I’ve ever heard you swear when I wasn’t inside you.”
My cheeks burn. “You left me sitting here alone for, like, an hour! I’m mad at you!”
He rolls his eyes. “It was fifteen minutes tops, and you won’t be mad when you find out what kept me.”
I don’t admit he’s right. I don’t admit it was almost entertaining watching those people and wondering what they were looking at in the tree. “You’re preventing me from doing my job.”
“What are you ordering? I’m looking at the salmon, but the Asian salad looks good, too.”
“God, I hate you,” I mutter.
He laughs. Laughs! And then he leans in, and in a low, raspy voice, he says, “That’s not what you were saying an hour ago when you were begging for my cock with your little sex agreement.”
My jaw drops. “I swear to God, if I could walk right now, I would storm the hell out of here just so I don’t have to sit across from your smug ass another second.”
“Suit yourself. I can grab your wheelchair if you’d like, but I promise you’ll like the reason I was gone for a few minutes.”
I’m curious enough that I ask, “When will you tell me?”
“After we eat. Now, about that Asian salad…” He glances up and calls the server over.
We place our orders, and he says, “Let’s play twenty questions, and you can figure out where I went.”
“No.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Fine. Where did you go?” I ask.
“Do you even know how twenty questions works? They have to be yes or no questions.”
I let out another frustrated sigh. “Did you leave this tower?”
“No.”
“Did you go shopping in a store?”
“No.”
“I give up,” I mutter.
He laughs. Again. I’m really getting tired of that.
“You know, the Millie you’re treating me to today is a totally different Millie than the one I see featured on Millie’s Miles,” he says.
I raise a brow. “In what way?”
He nods at me. “You’re sassy. You swear, and you’re a little mean. You’d never do that on a live broadcast. Even before you fixed your makeup, you looked beautiful, but you’d never let anyone see you that way.”
“I didn’t particularly wantyouto see me that way, either, but I didn’t have much choice since you happened to be right next to me when I fell,” I admit.
“Why?” he asks.
