Page 62 of Sexy

I think I get hard from that.

“Fletcher!”

“What?”

“You’re not listening.”

“You think he’s not interested. But he is.” How the fuck could he not be? Something is off. “I mean, you’re friends. And he’s nice to you. So that’s a tell that he’s interested. He’s just not motivated to make a move right now. The signals are getting all crossed and shit. So all we gotta do is line those signals up so they connect.”

“How? I asked him to dinner—”

“Fuck dinner. Well, not literally.” I take the silver lid off the platter and stuff some fries in my mouth. “I’m starving. Wanna share my hamburger?”

She lets out a long sigh, but it comes with a smile. So she’s starting to relax. “OK.”

“Come on, sit down and we’ll eat.” I grab all my papers off the table and stack them up.

“What’s all that?”

“Taxes. Fucking taxes. They’re the bane of my whole existence.”

“It’s August. Why are you worrying about taxes now?”

“Uh…” Shit. “Quarterlies are due next month.” Good recovery, Fletcher. “I like to keep on top of it. Gotta report those tips, right?”

“You report tips?”

“It’s the law, babe.”

“Pffft. OK.” She grabs a French fry and stuffs it into her mouth and continues to talk. I cannot even stop watching her lips. And her tongue. Holy fuck. I’m horny. I’m goddamned horny for Tiffy Preston. I’ve been in denial all week, but when a guy thinks chewing is sexy, he’s got a problem.

“Right?” she asks.

“Right,” I reply.

“You did not even hear what I said.”

She’s right. I didn’t. “You just need more moves, Tiffy.”

“Exactly! That’s what I just said.”

“But I’m starving. So let’s eat first.” I grab a knife and slice the burger down the middle, then take one half and give her the plate. I stuff most of that thing in my mouth with one bite.

She picks hers up and starts to nibble on it. Two minutes later I’m finished and I’m eyeing her and her burger like I’m about to eat them both.

“What?” she asks, looking at me with her mouth open, mid-chew.

“What?”

“Did you just say you want to eat me and the burger both?”

I laugh. “I sorta do.” I realize that’s a bad move if I want to keep this job going a little longer. “I’m starving.”

Tiffy raises an eyebrow at me.

“And I was thinking about that girl tonight. She showed me her tits as soon as we got backstage and I put her off.”

“Hmmmm. Why’d you do that? I thought you had a new girl for every show?”