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West’s smile blinds me, and I have to look away.
“How come you won’t tell me where you live? It’s not like I won’t find out.”
“Well, firstly, I can’t remember the address. That’s one reason I get lost so much. Secondly, I planned to bum a ride home from you.”
“I like that part,” he says, undoubtedly thinking of me on the back of his motorcycle, my arms wrapped around his waist, my thighs pressed against hips, my hands roaming his throttle. Yep, sexy thoughts all around. “Let me order you and your poor Toomey cousins a pizza. That way, you won’t starve for a few days.”
“Well, I’ll be well fed on our next date,” I say, assuming that’s where he’s moseying his fine ass topic-wise.
“How about dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“A late dinner, then.”
“I have work tomorrow.”
“So?”
“It’s my clown job with terrible people’s awful children. I need to mentally prepare for it. Plus, I ought to hang out with my cousins and describe your many great features. That’ll take most of the night.”
“You know it,” he says, winking at me before waving over his ex-love slave, who obviously wants another nibble at the stud muffin.
I stare bug-eyed at her while he orders. She frowns at me, but I only smile when West glances to see what’s upsetting the princess. By the time she leaves, I’ve ensured enough food for a few days. Finally, I lift my lips to reward West with what he’s craving.
I cup his stubbled jaw and open wider when his wily tongue probes my mouth. West deepens our kiss as if he’s got five years of built-up dick energy to wield in kiss-form.
When I finally come up for air, he murmurs, “You taste like I always imagined.”
“Like pizza and orange soda?”
“Like mine,” he says with enough sincerity that I worry my future address will be his sex dungeon.
“Can we share a brownie and ice cream?”
“You’re really hungry.”
“No, I’m really poor. No one ever splurges on me.”
“I can do that, babe.”
“For a price, no doubt,” I mumble, seeming unsure. “If it’s kissing, I’m willing to make us even. If it’s manual labor that’ll make my face flush tomato-red, I don’t want the brownie that much.”
West grins at my comment and gets comfy in the spot next to me. He swallows up most of the booth with his wide, hard body. Meanwhile, I’m in the corner like the runt of the litter.
“I need to see you tomorrow.”
“Come to Penny’s Best Pizzeria, and I’ll paint your face. We’ll see if you still flaunt a boner when you get a gander of me dressed as a clown.”
“Do you wear a red nose?” he asks and kisses the tip of my nose.
“I go full face paint, pigtails, and sparkly purple outfit, but no red nose.”
“How did you get this job?”
“One of my aunts works there. She knew I did clown work in Fork Falls, so she talked Penny into letting me try.”
“But how did you start doing clown work?”
