Page 50 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

She’s right.

But, hey, that second in the mouth is something else! As to the other thing she said, I’d rather not respond. This one is not the brightest bulb.

For several minutes, we just eat and eat, and, all of a sudden, I stop. I remember who Agneta’s face reminds me of!

She’s the same as a poodle named Fosqui, which Pachuca used to have when I was little. I laugh again. I can’t help it, and Eric leans over and kisses my neck.

“What’s so funny?”

I can’t tell him the truth. “It’s Graciela. Have you seen how happy she is?”

Eric looks over at her. “I don’t think she should have any more Löwenbräu,” he says.

I give him a little kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I love you, Mr. Zimmerman.”

Eric grins and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “You know what?”

“What?”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve fought and since you’ve called me names.”

I burst out laughing, and, when I realize what he’s actually referring to, I nod.

“I will only call you that when you deserve it, and you don’t deserve it right now. So, no! I refuse to give you that pleasure.”

“But it drives me crazy when you call me that.”

“I know.” I laugh.

“C’mon, say it,” he says, tickling my waist.

“No.”

“Say it.”

“I said no...You don’t deserve it right now.”

He kisses me over and over, and I finally give in. “Dickhead.”

Eric laughs. We kiss again. My God...I love how he kisses me.

And then, out of nowhere, we hear a strident voice.

“This is not the salad I ordered.”

Eric and I come back to reality and see Agneta, her face angry. “I asked for a cheese salad and—”

“And this is a cheese and radish salad,” says Björn, cutting her off.

The CNN star looks at her plate and transforms her expression into something sweeter.

“OK...if you say so, then I believe it.”

“If I say so?”

“Yes, if you say so,” says the blonde, who has hypnotized Björn.

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