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I don’t want her to feel pressure to date me. I’m not that type of guy.
Girl says no, that’s it. Even if I want her more than you want your next three meals.
I wink at her. “Well, at least now you have a visual to go with all of your dirty thoughts about me.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes and then does the last thing I expect; she starts to laugh. “The only place I have dirty thoughts about you is in your ego drenched dreams.”
If only she knew what drenched my dreams, she might turn and run.
“Ouch.” I clutch my chest in mock pain. The tension between us is gone, and she rolls her eyes and runs over and opens the passenger door.
“What did you forget?”
“My notebook,” she says and then stuffs that small black moleskin notebook she carries everywhere with her in her backpack.
Well, shit. If I’d known it was in the car, I would have spent my time reading it instead of jacking off.
“You gonna let me read what’s in there one day?” I ask and lean over the top of the c
ar toward her. I squint against the setting sun and grin at her.
She blanches and says, “No. And stop squinting. It’ll give you wrinkles.” And then she spins on her heel and walks quickly back to the building.
“Are you coming?” she calls over her shoulder.
I wink. “Already did.”
“Lord, get some better lines.”
7
BITTER HIGH
KAL
“Oh, God, please don’t seat them in my section,” I whisper to Sweet before I scurry off the chair I’ve been lounging in during a lull in the dinner rush.
“Don’t seat who?” she calls after me. But I don’t turn around or stop to answer, I fly across the floor, not even slowing to admire the huge wagon wheel chandelier that I watch with awe every time I walk underneath it. I burst through the swinging double doors that lead to the kitchen and then peek through the small circular window cut through it.
“What are you doing, Kal?” Syd, our line cook bumps me with her hip as she passes me.
“Hiding.”
“Oooh, From who?” She joins me and I move over so she can see out.
“Him.” I nod at Remi and his little posse of what I refer to as his harem. But tonight, there are guys with them, too. He’s dressed in a white polo shirt and jeans. He doesn’t look like he’s lost a wink of sleep and he’s laughing like he doesn’t have a care in the world as he strolls with his entourage. I want to throw something at him.
“I wouldn’t be hiding from any of them if they were looking for me.”
“Me neither,” I mutter. I am pretty sure the very last thing Remi is doing is looking for me. The day after our crazy conversation outside the bookstore, I waited for him to come to the store to make his delivery, waited for him so I could explain about Saturday.
Instead, his brother, Tyson, showed up. He hasn’t made a delivery all week. It’s made me crazy to think that me turning him down for a date meant he wasn’t going to bother with me at all.
I hadn’t wanted to turn him down. But maybe it’s for the best.
It was wrong of me to watch him in his car. Clearly he drove around the corner to be alone. But…no. Turning away had been impossible.
The sight of him stroking himself riveted me. I couldn’t have turned away to save my life.
