He was a dog for not even remembering. He put his arm around Lisa’s waist to make sure the other woman got the hint and didn’t do something dumb like try to touch him. Lisa tensed up, but he held her close.
“Do you have a table over in the corner?”
The young server noticed his body language, eyeing Lisa before she smiled. “Um. Sure do. I’ll bring menus over.”
“An old flame?” Lisa questioned as she slid into the booth, and Splice followed her, sitting on the same side instead of opposite.
“Nope,” he replied, “not that I know of.”
“Slut-puppy.” She murmured, and he laughed, leaning in so his mouth almost touched her ear. Splice grunted when he got an inhale of the decadent fragrance she was wearing. The sexy scent went right to his raring-to-go dick.
“I haven’t slept with anyone in more than a year, sweetheart. I’m practically a virgin again. Be gentle with me, yeah?”
It earned him an elbow in the ribs, and he grinned.
“You’re acting like we’re dating, Ryan.”
“Aren’t we?” he countered. “Haven’t we been getting to know each other all these weeks?” Just then, the server brought laminated menus, which Lisa bent to study carefully. Splice already knew what he wanted to eat. Because Lisa wasn’t on the table, he ordered biscuit breakfast sandwiches.
“I haven’t seen you at the bar lately.” The girl said her name was lost to Splice until he noted her name tag said Delilah.
“I’m there when I’m needed.” He kept his answer short and blunt, hoping she’d get the message. “We’ll take two coffees, one black with sugar, the other with cream and sugar.”
Her smile wavered. “Oh, yeah, sure.”
Lisa ordered, but the girl still didn’t leave. “Will you be at the bar this weekend?”
“What do you think, Lisa?” he asked, looking only at her. “Do you wanna go for a drink this weekend?”
She was a goddess when she smiled, cottoning on to what he was doing.
“Hm. Maybe. It depends on whether you behave.”
Oh, fuck him. His dick pulsed harder in his jeans. If Lisa dropped a hand to his lap, she could make him behave real damn easily.
The server disappeared and Splice nudged Lisa with his leg. Reaching over to the prepared jug of water on the table, he poured her a glass.
“You just used me to get rid of her fawning.” She stated.
Shamelessly, he grinned. “Will you protect me?”
Her little scoff pushed heat into his chest because he wanted her to be jealous.
“Something tells me you can handle yourself just fine.”
Thankfully, their food arrived without a side of unwanted conversation from the server. He cut through one of his biscuits and put it on Lisa’s plate of folded omelet and pork sausage. Lisa used an empty side plate to share her fruit salad with him. They ate happily for a while, talking about their day ahead.
“Do you have Sunday off? There’s somewhere I wanna take you.”
“I usually work most days, depending on how busy I am,” she replied. Splice’s eyes were trapped in the snare of watching how Lisa was nibbling on a strawberry. So seductive, he’d fallen to the depths of being turned on by eating fruit. So lost in his filthy thoughts, he barely caught her saying. “I’m working from home for the next week, subtitling a TV series. I can take a few hours off on Sunday.”
Good. He thought. He wanted to check off one of her bucket list items and deepen his involvement in her life.
On their way out of the restaurant once he’d paid, he guided Lisa again with his hand low on her back. He’d ordered her a to-go cup of fresh sparkling lemonade, and she moaned, sucking on the straw outside. “I love lemon things. They’re my one weakness,” she declared. Her cuteness was gonna give him a cavity.
“When is it my turn to be your one weakness?” he asked, and she spluttered on her drink.
“Easy, don’t choke, sweetheart.” He touched her back longer than was necessary, just because his fingers were in heaven. He took the long way home to spend a few more minutes with her. If not for stuff needing his attention at the clubhouse, Splice would have talked his way into her house again.
