Page 60 of Sinful Secrets

“I’d buy anything from you.”

I’d also buy anything for her, but that confession might scare her.

The corners of her lips curl up into a small smile. “Is that so?”

“If you were half naked and standing in front of me, you could get me to do just about anything.”

She plucks a garlic knot out of the basket. “I’m willing to test that theory.”

My dick hardens in my pants. “Food first, then maybe we can grab dessert on the way home.”

“It’s still early.” She says between bites.

“And this is a pretty hearty meal, but I do know how to order food if we get hungry later.”

She takes another bite and glances at me. “I know we have a lot to talk about, but I actually have some good news.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I got a new job as a Savannah Sharks ice girl. Are you okay with me working there? I should have asked once I found out you were a player for the team, but Alvin gave me the idea the day we met and his daughter got me an audition.”

“I’m more than okay with it. I’ll get to see you on the ice every home game and get to show you that part of my life.”

Any chance I get to see Savannah more than I already do will be worth any negative consequences for violating the no fraternization clause.

Besides, Arturo wouldn’t fire me. Not when his own daughter, the Director of Public Relations for the Sharks, is engaged to one of our star players.

“Will you still have time for the club, school, and your design classes?”

“That’s the best part. The schedule will work out perfectly because other ice girls are college students and practices are always around their classes. I’m only working two nights a week as a cocktail waitress at the club to sell the pills.”

“Well, then, it’s perfect.”

“I’ll just need to decide what to do after I graduate.”

“Where do you hope to take your fashion dream?”

“I’m as indecisive as one can be. I don’t know if I’ll try to intern somewhere or jump straight into working.”

“What about your own business with your own designs?”

“That would be a dream come true, but maybe in five to ten years. I need more hands-on, real world experience first.”

“Not in this world. It’s more about who you know, and if you haven’t guessed, I know a lot of people.”

“I don’t want handouts. I want to do this on my own.”

“If you insist, but think about any big name fashion designer. Do you think they do everything themselves? No. They hire people to help. They probably had investors give them their start.”

I wrap my hand around hers.

“I don’t know anything about fashion. I don’t know how to sew or bead. I don’t know what’s trending or considered old. But I can be an investor. I believe in you and your designs.”

She looks at me with hesitation. “We will cross that bridge when we get to it. I don’t even know what type of clothing I want to design. Casual or dressy? Affordable or elegant and high end?”

I chuckle. “You still have plenty of time to make those decisions.”

She finishes her meal and dabs her lips with the cloth napkin. “Good, because one thing I know is that I want to spend all night with you.”

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