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ALEXIS, AKA BAILING ON THE BEEFCAKE
Unlike me in my blackdress and heels, West goes casual for our date at a fancy-pants steakhouse. Yet, his natural sexiness makes even blue jeans and a red T-shirt look so much more dressed up than the same combo on anyone else. I feel eyes on us as soon as we enter the restaurant. Women can’t stop staring. No doubt West’s presence ruins a bunch of dates.
Whenever he breathes, his muscles flex, and his shirt grips his hard flesh.
“How many hours a day do you work out?” I ask when he decides to change seats and sit next to me.
“Three times a week, for three hours. Otherwise, I’m just a meat-and-potatoes lazy-ass fuck.”
“I’m sorry I can’t stop undressing you with my eyes. You lit a fire in my groin yesterday that won’t go out.”
“Groin?” he mutters and grins. “You’re so original. That’s important to a guy like me.”
“How so?”
“Well, my pa is a memorable guy. If he married a simple gal with nothing going on, she would have been swallowed up by his big personality. Instead, she’s got her own supernova nature. That’s a nice combo. Don’t I deserve the same?”
Studying his face, I wonder if West knows what a self-important dickhead he comes off as at times. No, he totally realizes it! West Mercer grew up feeling like his every idea was brilliant and his failures were invisible. One day, he plans to run the local motorcycle club. What kind of ego does a man need to boss around other criminals? Probably fucking huge!
Well, good for him!
I fully support my favored people getting whatever they want, and I really like West. He’s so protective of me. Like probably too much. I’m not a child needing an escort to the restroom. However, he still walks with me to ensure I don’t get hassled in the crowded restaurant.
Smiling at my reflection, I realize I’ve reached the absolute pinnacle of joy in my life. When I’m old and reminiscing, this time—West, my job, the new town—will fill my best memories. Everything afterward will be downhill, of course.
So, I’m planning to enjoy the present to the fullest. I ignore the bitter bitches whispering that I’m a Toomey loser. I avoid the dismissive frowns of the other customers. I only see West’s relieved smile when I return to him. My single focus is his lips against mine.
That’s the key to a happy life. Savor the good and ignore the bad. Right now, I’m awash in beefcakes and happy times.
We talk about TV shows while eating our steaks. By our shared apple pie and vanilla ice cream, the conversation has turned to music. My biggest fear for our third date was talking about deep stuff. Instead, we share our tastes and keep the conversation light.
After dessert, I read his palm. Of course, he’ll enjoy a long life and good fortune. I could have told him that just by reading his cocky grin. West is a man of great potential. He’s merely waiting for his elders to move out of the way so he can take over and shine.
Where will I be by then? Still painting kids’ faces? Will I have a place of my own? The future feels weird tonight, as if West’s presence has derailed my plans.
At the hotel, West doesn’t rush us to the room. He seems to notice my mood shift. That’s probably why he suggests drinks at the hotel bar.
“You seem tense.”
Struggling with my heels and feeling like a fraud trying to be someone I’m not, I ask, “Where do you see yourself in five years?”
“Married to you with a kid or two. We’ll live out on my family’s homestead. I’ll still be waiting to take over the club since Court isn’t old enough to get out of my way yet.”
“How can you know that about us?” I ask and set down my drink.
“I knew as soon as I saw you.”
“You mean, five years ago, when I was a teenager with no sense about myself?” I ask, struggling with how certain he is about a person he doesn’t know. “That’s when you were sold on marrying me and making a family? Before we even had a conversation? Can you understand why that sounds like a crazy red alert to other people?”
“Hey, you have red hair,” says a guy at the bar top. “Nice.”
West stops frowning at me so he can frown at the guy. Crowding the lush, he tells him to stop looking at my hair.
That’s when I inch away from them both. Where did tonight go wrong?
My plan seemed so simple, really. I would go upstairs and enjoy West’s body. We’d have a blast!
Then, we’d date for a while longer. I’d get pregnant since I’m a Toomey. West only really needs to squirt near me to make magic happen.
