“There you go. You two need anything else?” our waitress, Sherry, asks when she drops off our food.
“I’m good, thanks,” Mason replies with another sincere smile.
“How about you, sweetheart?” Sherry asks, turning her attention my way.
“I’m good, but I’d love it if you’d answer a question for me?”
She’s suspicious, but she bites. “What question is that?”
“Have you ever met anyone else like me, Sherry?”
Her head falls back, and the belly laugh that follows answers my question.
“Oh, darlin’…” She has to catch her breath after her moment of hysterics. “I certainly have not. Miles Montgomery, you are one of a kind, to say the very least.”
“Told you,” I say to the smiling beauty across the table from me.
“Oh, sweet girl. You’ve met your match with this one. He could charm the skin off a snake. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.”
After a giggle, Mason replies. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Sherry, you're really never gonna leave Stan and run away with me, are you?”
As always, Sherry shakes her head and walks away after my playful flirting. She always pretends I exhaust her, but she loves every second.
As soon as it’s just the two of us again, the first thing Mason does is sneak a fry off my plate.
“Hey, if you wanted fries, you should have ordered them,” I say, scolding her, but deep down, I’m crazy glad she’s comfortable enough to eat off my plate.
“I don’t want a bunch, just a few. Besides, how are you gonna stay in that kind of shape if you eat all these fries? I’m doing you a favor.” She winks. “You’re welcome.”
So you have been checking me out.
Did I just win round two?
Suddenly, she’s relaxed and flirty. It’s pretty damn sexy.
“I’ll share my fries, but it’s your turn to share.”
Actually, I’d let her eat everything on my plate if it kept her in this playful mood, but I really do want to get to know her.
“There isn’t much to tell.” She shrugs and fills her mouth with her ranch-covered chef salad.
“Nice try. Somebody did something to you. You don’t get this cynical if you haven’t been screwed over. Besides, I want to hear about all these guys you’ve met who you claim are just like me.”
She finishes her bite and takes a sip of her soda.
“Well, we won’t even go into my college sweetheart who it turns out wasn’t just the life of the party but was also just using me for sex. I thought we were in love, and he was just into getting laid on a regular basis. But the one who really did the damage was Grant. I was with Grant for nearly five years. He was handsome and charming and said all the right things.”
She lifts an eyebrow, which I am learning is something that makes my dick twitch, even if she is using the move to be a smart-ass.
What can I say? It’s hot.
She’shot.
I might need to invest in some loose-fitting sweats or shorts or something if this dick twitching is going to become a thing.
As much as the dick twitching is distracting, I’m not missing a word and committing everything she’s sharing to memory.