We sit in an awkward silence, waiting for our drinks. “Thank you.” I tell her before I look down at the menu.
“Yeah, just watch yourself.” She doesn’t look up from her menu as she continues. “One wrong word and I’m out.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am. Elias, I drove myself here. I can drive myself home.”
I chuckle to myself, lowering my menu after deciding and waiting until she looks up at me. “No, you can’t.”
I couldn’t have timed it better if I tried. When Drew’s mouth gapes open, the server comes back with our drinks.
Once we’re alone once again at the table, Drew shakes her head. “Is my car outside?”
Keeping my face as stoic as possible, I shake my head.
“Low.”
I laugh more this time. “Low doesn’t have a spare key to yourcar.”
“Fucking Liv!?”she nearly shouts.
Making her blush as heads turn around us to see what the commotion is all about.
“I’m gonna kill her.” She whispers to me.
Letting the moment go, I start once more. “I didn’t tell Low I was going to come.”
“She’s aware now.” She laughs, holding up her phone. “I told her I was going to kill her.” Putting the phone down, she tilts her head. “And how am I getting home?” she flirts with me.
“I’m taking you.” I tell her, looking at her over the top of the glass.
“No —”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Her eyes widen.
“Come on, Sketch, it’s just dinner and a little conversation. Positive, better conversation than whatever-the-hell-his-name-is. And as soon as I drop you off, I’ll go back to respecting your distance.”
“Really?” she cocks her head like she’s calling me on my shit… and honestly, she is.
“Mostly.”
She smirks. “Until the next opportunity you find.”
“Probably.” I shrug.
“And it’s never just dinner and conversation with you,” she says, cutting her eyes.
“AllI’masking for is dinner and conversation. The rest is your call.”
“My call?” she rolls her eyes.
“Your call.” Waiting for her to meet my eyes before I finish. “It’s always been your call, since the moment I tasted you.”
Her eyes widen causing her to pick her drink up and sip it. I can tell by how she coughs on it that as much as she’s trying not to, she’s imagining us in the shower, her hand on my cock…
Her cheeks are still flushed when the food is brought over to us.
