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“Shan is wifey material,” Drake says. “This idiot is too stupid to realize.”
“Enough about Shan,” Jamie growls.
Preston opens the refrigerator, scanning the shelves. “Ignore them, babe. I do.” He removes what looks like leftover chicken enchiladas from the fridge. “Stop asking my girl to make shit for you,” he tells Jamie. “If you want someone to baby you, then go beg Shannon to come back.”
I take a seat at the kitchen island, leaving the end stool for Preston, and glance at Jamie. “What did you do?”
“It’s complicated.” Jamie sighs. “You know how women are. Pain in my ass.”
“Hey, I’m right here,” I remind him.
Preston preheats the oven and sets the container of Mexican food on the counter.
“You okay with enchiladas?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I’ll eat whatever.”
His eyes illuminate, and a sick thought crosses his face. I know him well enough to read his dirty thoughts. I smile in response to our silent exchange.
I stare at him wondering how we got to this point. Now, I have to work up the courage to tell my dad the truth. That I’m madly, head over heels in love with the star of his team. He will be crushed.
ChapterNineteen
PRESTON
After the hostess shows us to the private room I booked at Luciano’s, Bex slides into the massive booth next to me. Her bare leg brush against mine, and I can’t help but touch her. Tiny bumps dot her legs, so responsive, as always. I slide my other arm across her shoulders, and she rests her head on my chest for a second.
She scans the large room. There’s a long oak bar on one wall, more tables and booths on the other side. Our table is lit by candlelight and the dim chandelier hanging above us. My parents love this restaurant. It’s their spot. And I thought, with Bex, that maybe it could be ours too. I find myself wanting to have things with her, things we share together. She makes it so easy to be with her yet still so difficult with her dad not knowing about us.
“I can’t believe you did all this for our first date,” she beams.
“It’s a special occasion.” I press my lips to hers, leaving her with a soft kiss that causes her to moan when our lips separate. “Plus, I wanted some privacy.”
“We definitely have that.”
I squeeze her knee, my fingers traveling up her inner thigh. “We could have sex in this room, and no one would even know. No one would care even if they caught us.”
She smiles. “Maybe we should eat dinner first before we christen this room.”
I run my hand through her hair and kiss her lips. “Or I could make you the meal instead.”
She chuckles. “You’re such a bad boy.” She cups her hand over my growing erection. “And so are you,” she tells my dick. “Both of you need to settle down.”
I laugh at her comments.
Our waitress enters the room through the French doors, breaking up our conversation. Familiar with the menu, I order for both of us. Bex doesn’t protest. Everything in the restaurant is served family style, which makes it easier to order.
“Good choice,” Bex says after the waitress leaves us. “I’ve never had someone order for me before. It takes all the thinking out of the equation.”
“My parents get the chicken parmigiana with penne pasta and salad every time we come here. I guess I’m a creature of habit.”
“Or you just don’t like change,” she counters.
“Maybe.” I shrug. “But if that were true, we wouldn’t be here right now. I’ve never kept a girl around for more than a few days before I met you, and with some, even that was too long.”
“I wish I could say I’m surprised.”
“I was a walking stereotype before we met, huh?”
