“I’ll be sitting here, patiently waiting,” she said with another smile, a wider one this time.
“Good,” I said with a nod and walked out of the room, wondering why all of a sudden I felt so pleased. I walked to my room and frowned as I opened my bedroom door. There was something about Lara that was starting to get to me and I really didn’t like that. Not at all.
“Chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes?”I laughed as Lara eagerly scarfed down her maple syrup–covered pancakes. “I’ve seen everything now.”
“Try some—they’re delicious.” She grinned at me through her bites.
“I think I’m okay. I don’t need diabetes.”
“Blueberries won’t give you diabetes.” Her eyes twinkled as she continued eating.
“No, but the chocolate and syrup will.” I laughed as I dug into my spinach and feta cheese omelet. I took a bite of my whole wheat toast and watched as Lara made a face at my plate. I laughed as she licked her lips and her tongue darted out to get a drop of syrup that had run down her chin.
“Delicious,” she said again, as she paused to take a sip of her coffee. I just stared at her as she drank, and then I looked around the diner we were in. There were families all around us, little kids laughing with happiness, parents struggling to stay awake, waitresses bustling around hoping to make big tips, elderly couples enjoying each other’s company and the discounted meal, and while the feeling of being part of a more mainstream setting would have made me uncomfortable in most instances, at this moment I didn’t mind. I was happy. I was having fun. Being with Lara was easy. I wasn’t sure why I’d never really realized that before. In all our years of being friends, or rather, all thetime she’d been best friends with Mila, I’d never really seen her as more than another annoying yappy girl. Though sometimes I had appreciated her beauty and sexy ass.
“So what exactly did you and Mila want to talk to me about?” I asked her as I remembered that this was meant to have been a joint breakfast—that Mila had called me yesterday, urging me to meet her and Lara for breakfast because they wanted to talk.
“It was really Mila that wanted some advice from you,” Lara said with a wary smile, her eyes looking like a deer in headlights as her face went slightly red.
“Oh God, she’s not having problems with Ryker already, is she?” I groaned and shook my head. “I’m not sure what she wants me to do.”
“I don’t think she’s having problems with Ryker.” Lara smiled and shook her head. “You’ll have to ask her next time you see her.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Though it wasn’t nice of her to stand you up as well. You showed up at my place pretty early.”
“Yeah, she should have let me know.” Lara nodded and looked down. I noticed that her tongue was licking her lips again and I wondered what they tasted like most right now: chocolate, blueberries, syrup—or a mix of all three.
“Though I suppose a free breakfast doesn’t hurt.”
“Free?”
“Yeah, it’s on me.” I winked at her. “Does that get me any rewards?”
“Rewards?” She looked at me curiously.
“Rewards, points, treats?” I grinned at her, not sure why I was flirting with her, but not wanting to stop.
“Why would you get a reward?”
“Because you want to give me one?”
“Haha, I want to give you a reward?” She glanced up at me under veiled eyelashes. “What makes you think that?”
“The way you’re licking your lips and staring at the pancakes so lovingly. I think I’ve taken you to fantasyland.” I winked at her.
“Fantasyland?” She cocked her head and laughed. “With some pancakes?”
“I think I’ve given you a food orgasm, at least.” I stared into her eyes. “Right?”
“A food orgasm?” she said, her face turning slightly red. “Really?”
“Yeah. Though I suppose a real orgasm would have been nicer.” My voice dropped as I stared at her, wanting to see how she’d react, knowing I was close to crossing a line. A line that was almost invisible.
“Um...” She looked away from me and I felt a knot turning in my stomach.
“Too far?” I asked her a bit too loudly, but wanting her to know I was joking, even if I was only half joking. I was confusing even myself at this point.
“Yes, too far.” She laughed, her eyes looking back up at me, a light of some emotion I didn’t really recognize reflected in her irises.
