Page 49 of The Cask

I made a face. “Don’t stand there making sense.”

He burst out laughing. “What kind of sub do you want? And notice I said sub and not salad.”

“I’ll get what I want,” I retorted. “And I want a salad.”

“What kind of subs do you like here?” He took a step away from me and eyed me. “Let me guess, the Philly cheesesteak.”

“How did you know?”

“You look like the type.”

“Youlook like the type.”

“Oh, I am the type.”

“Umm…can I take your order?” the cashier asked, darting her eyes from him to me and back to him.

He placed the order and paid while I grabbed our drinks from the cooler and picked a table. By the time he sat down, I’d figured out how I was going to approach the confrontation with Kim. I just needed to wait for a way to segue it in.

We talked about his night with the suppliers and how well it went despite the blood rushing to his dick every time he thought too long about me. We talked about the DJ I hired to work regularly because he kept people dancing. We talked about how our mornings had gone. And just when I was coming to a perfect way to ease into the Kim incident, the buzzer went off.

“The food is ready,” he announced, standing up immediately.

He did mention how he didn’t have a chance to get breakfast because he had a lot of running around to do, so I didn’t tease him about how he almost tipped the chair over when he stood.

“This smells so good,” he mentioned as he sat down. “I’m about to fuck this sandwich up.”

I giggled. “I believe it.”

“For you.” He handed me a Philly cheesesteak and I smiled when he handed me a plastic bag with a salad in it. “What did you do?”

“I got you what you wanted and what you asked for.” He held my gaze. “I’m always going to do what I can to make sure you have it all.”

Fucking butterflies.

I swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, can we talk about your general manager for a minute?” I blurted out as soon as he had taken a bite of his cheesesteak.

He chewed, holding up his finger until he swallowed. “Yeah. Even though I’d rather talk about us and our second date,” he answered.

“They’re not unrelated.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Kim obviously has it out for me and it’s pretty clear to me why she’s in her feelings.”

“Why?”

I made my eyes big and gestured wildly across the table. “Because she has a crush on you.”

He shook his head. “No, she doesn’t. That’s been my homie for like ten years. It’s not like that.”

I blinked at him.

Sometimes men could be so oblivious.

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