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“Nope. Never will. Food. What are you craving?” I bring it back in before we end up fucking in my sports car.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you pick it? I want to eat somewhere you love.”
I don’t usually go out to eat, so I can only think of fancy restaurants where I have entertained guests or conducted business.
It hits me then. “Are you picky?”
Emelia shakes her head. “Not one bit.”
“Perfect.” I drive a few more blocks, then take a right, landing us at Pike's Public Market Center.
“Oh, this is awesome! I read about this place. I also remember that scene inFree Willy,when they threw the fish! Is that real?”
I park the car and laugh.“Yes, that’s real. You want to see that while we’re here?”
“Um, yeah! That sounds like fun. You think you could use your big, bad mafia power to let them let me throw one?” she exclaims, clapping her hands.
“I’m sure I can do that.” I smile, looking at her eyes light with excitement.
“Okay! Perfect. Now take me to this place where you like to eat. I'm starving.”
“Me too. But I have to warn you, you might not like it.”
“Try me,” she challenges.
All right.
I slide out of the car and help her out next. She accepts my hand, but this time, she pulls me in and wraps her other hand around my bicep as she looks around the entire place with wonderment in her eyes.
“Is that the gum wall?” She points as we enter the start of the path through the market.
“Yes, it’s pretty popular… and disgusting if you ask me,” I tell her.
“Are you afraid of germs?” She laughs, looking up at me.
“And what if I was?” I question.
“You literally get people's blood splattered on you for a living, but a gum wall is pushing limits.”
That’s fair.
“We all have our things. I’m sure you have one.”
“I do. I hate deep bodies of water. That is a no for me.” She shivers.
“Really? So if I would have taken us swimming off the back of the yacht, you would have thrown a fit?” I ask, getting in line at the place I chose to eat.
“Not a fit, but I definitely would have pushed you overboard and took off to hide somewhere on the boat.” She lays her head on my arm, just above her hand, and I notice now more than I did before the difference in our heights.
“I would have chased you down and thrown you in.”
“Animal,” she retorts.
“I can be.” I lean down, grip her chin between my thumb and pointer finger, and give her a deep kiss. She moans into my mouth, and I have to pull myself away, because I don’t want others hearing her sexy noises.
“So what do they serve here?”
“Thebestfucking sandwiches. It’s worth this line.” It’s an indoor sandwich shop, but the line is always out the door and starts on the cobblestone path.
