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“Exactly.”
“I’m sorry for that, Thatcher. Truly. And I will work on that in the future.” As soon as the words had left my lips, his strong arms were around me, literally pulling me around until I was straddling his lap and his face nestled into the crook of my neck. The deep sigh and relaxing of his shoulders lessened my anxiety and stress tenfold.
“Do you forgive me?” I asked quietly.
“I forgave you the minute you called red, Sadie. I just had to work through my thoughts before I could talk about it.” He muttered into my neck, kissing my collarbone and then nuzzling into my cleavage.
“How can I care for you best right now? I want to make things right. What do you need?”
“This.” He groaned the word into the swell of my breasts. It wasn’t a sexual moment, but as he pushed his face deeper into the valley of my breasts, pushed up by my corset, groaning like a man fully satisfied by the mere feel of tits, I couldn’t help but laugh. “This and food. Food is good.”
I ran my hands through his hair lightly, letting my nails scratch lightly against his scalp. A few moments later, he pulled his head up, his eyes finding mine.
“How can I give you care? You deserve care, too.” I smoothed his hair behind his ears, not that it really needed it. His hair was short enough it didn’t matter, but the gesture soothed us both, regardless.
“This is what I need. And food.” We both chuckled at my echo of his own words.
“How about we get out of here and find a nice diner that serves greasy cheeseburgers?”
I groaned with desire, almost salivating at the thought.
“I would love nothing more.” We both got dressed in a hurry, and left the room to find Jester waiting at the end of the hallway, at the entrance of the main event space.
“Thank you so much, Jester,” I said, taking the bag from him, which Thatcher then immediately took from me and slung over his strong shoulder.
“You two okay?” Jester asked, eyeing both of us carefully. He was no stranger to a scene ending abruptly. I didn’t miss the look of concern on his face. I reached out for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze in reassurance.
“We are just fine. Thank you for helping tonight. I appreciate it,” I said genuinely.
“Of course, Lady Luxe.”
“We’re going to head out early. But you be good, and more importantly, make good choices.” I tapped his cheek playfully with a smile.
“Yes, Lady Luxe.” With a grand sweeping bow, he bid us goodnight, leaving us both smiling at his theatrics.
“That boy is a character.” Thatcher whispered over to me as we walked away.
“You have no idea.” I chuckled lightly as we made our way out of the club and back to the car.
“So, do you know of any diners close, or are we going to wing it?” He asked, latching his seatbelt in his place behind the steering wheel.
“I know just the place.”
Twenty minutes later, we were both seated at a booth in a dimly lit diner. It was one that had all the good vibes a diner should have. A retro-americana style building with three lines of booths and a counter, behind which chefs cooked where we could see the food being prepared. It was a tad smoky from the steam from the grill, and smelled of grease and french fries. All in all, the perfect spot.
“This place is great!” Thatcher exclaimed, looking around at all the knick-knacks and chatchkes scattered about the place. “So much character.”
“It’s a favorite of mine, though I rarely make it out here,” I admitted.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that when Jamie and I do go out for dinner, we tend to go to nicer places.” I shrugged. “Truth be told, I usually only come here alone, sometimes after a particularly trying scene.”
“Well, thank you for sharing it with me.” He reached across the table, taking my hand in his. There was a moment where I wanted to look around the restaurant, worried that we would be caught yet again. But then I focused on the fact that we’d already been caught. The truth was already out, even though the “truth” was as far from truth as one could get.
“Hey there! What can I get you two?” The waitress asked. She was a chipper woman, older, with her hair pulled up in a curly bun on top of her head and an apron tied around her waist.
“I think I’ll have the deluxe cheeseburger, extra pickles, and a side of fries, please,” Thatcher answered.
