Page 134 of Crazy for this Girl

And I’ve really enjoyed watching you enjoy it.

“You have to try as much as you can to see if this is someone you’d like to hire,” she chides because she’s taking this more seriously than I am right now, and I could give a fuck about a chef. All I wanted was dinner with her, alone, so we could possibly talk. “Dessert is everything to a woman.”

“Is it?” Tanner inconveniently asks, leaning against the white tablecloth of the table. “I’m writing down notes here.”

If he was trying for Laynee, he picked the wrong girl.

She likes music and nights full of twinkling stars. She appreciates late-night snacks, and random jumps in a lake while the water is calm and peaceful.

Dessert isn’t on Laynee’s must-need list.

It’s the small things you can’t buy anyone that she appreciates the most.

With her unyielding gaze locked on me, I slide the utensil from her fingers and take the bite she asked me to try.

It’s good, with a slight tartness to it, reminding me of sunshine and BBQs. It’s not too heavy, and since desserts aren’t my gig, it’s just enough to get something sweet.

Even though I’d rather taste her lips over this tart treat, it’s definitely something I’m impressed about.

She intently watches me, waiting for my reaction like it means the world. However, I know she’s been here with that Oliver prick because she told me. On the flip side, I’m glad she didn’t keep it from me.

“It’s delicious,” I quip. “Perfect for the summer.”

She takes her fork back. “It is.” Then she delves the end of it into my white chocolate ravioli with chocolate mousse, hazelnut creme, and toasted hazelnuts without needing to ask.

It’s just what we used to do with each other.

Laynee’s eyes immediately close in pure pleasure when it hits her tongue, and my cock—fuck the damn thing—twitches again as she licks at her bottom lip. “That’s amazing.”

“Glad you liked it.” Those four words come out like a goddamn guttural mutter of a horny teenaged boy, and I don’t give a fuck. Laynee Reese is walking sex in a tight dress, with fuckable lips that I want tightly wrapped around my cock until the day I die.

Ever since I found that playlist on her account of all the songs I’ve ever given her, I want to create a repeat of us at eighteen. When she hit me and I told her I loved her. That she was the core of keeping me from falling apart.

Her blue eyes light up like she’s sixteen again and anything I say is God. “Can we take one home?”

“Whatever you want.”

Literally.

I would buy Laynee the world if she so wanted it.

Her own island, the whole shitty ass band of Good Charlotte if she wanted to have them play live for her every day and night.

Anything. Fucking anything she wanted.

“Order some more of the entrees you didn’t get to try. You can pick at them later, and let me know if there’s anything else we need to consider.”

Tanner slides his plate in Laynee’s direction, seeking her divided attention like a neglected child. “Did you want to try my coconut key lime brûlée?”

She takes his offer, nodding her head as she allows the taste to settle on her tastebuds.

Meanwhile, my cousin’s gaze falls to mine, and he smirks.

I was right, he wants to fuck her.

And I’m going to really have to kill him if it ever comes to fruition.

“Delicious,” she approves, wiping her lips with her napkin this time, thank God. “I’d say this restaurant is still a win.”

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