Page 51 of Taming Waves

“You’re right. I’m sure he will, but while he’s blabbering on about something boring at dinner and hoping beyond hope that he’ll get a chance to kiss this gloss off your lips, all you’re going to be able to think about is my mouth on yours while you slid against my cock last night.”

A shiver runs through her, and her lips part as the doorknob rattles. Her eyes go wide.

I grin and take a step back.

Calvin comes sauntering in with a box of sandwiches and a basket of fruit.

“Hey, you two, you’re in for a treat. I made pulled pork po’boys tonight.”

He sets the food on the counter for the employees to enjoy on their breaks.

“Audrey has a dinner date, but I can’t wait to try one,” I tell him, grabbing one of the wrapped sandwiches.

He stops, looks at her, and lets out a whistle. “Ooh-wee, whoever you’re gracing with your company tonight sure is a lucky bastard.”

She blushes at his words, and I swear it only makes her more beautiful.

“Thanks, Calvin.”

He glances over at me. “You’d better step up your game, lover boy, or you’re going to lose this one.”

Audrey chokes.

“I’m trying, Cal. She keeps shooting me down and accepting dates from other guys.”

He laughs. “Sucks to be you,” he says before walking out the door.

I look her in the eye. “It sure does.”

Audrey

Parker: How was dinner?

Me: Who says it’s over?

Parker: It is.

Me: How would you know? Are you stalking me?

Parker: No. It’s either over, or he’s an even bigger bore than I thought since you’re texting me.

Me: He could be in the restroom. And YOU texted ME.

Parker: Or you could be in the restroom, plotting your escape. Need the wolf to come rescue you from the perfectly charming douchebag, baby?

Grrr, he’s too good at this game. I stir honey into my cup and take it to the recliner. I crawl under the blanket before I reply.

Me: I don’t need to be rescued.

Parker: Are we still talking about your lame-ass date?

Me: No.

Parker: I know you don’t need me, Audi. I’m not trying to be your knight in shining armor.

Me: Then, what are you trying to be?

Other than an insufferable pain in the ass,I think but do not type as I blow over the rim of my mug and watch the three little dots bounce on the screen.

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