Page 15 of Friends Rucked Up

I add the sauce over the food before grabbing some cutlery.

Saylor takes two bottles of beer out of the fridge and pops the lids. Usually, I’d decline, especially after already having one this week, but tonight I’m all about being a ‘yes’ man. She takes a seat on one of the breakfast bar seats resting her elbows on the counter while she waits for me to put everything onto two trays.

“Is the rugby on tonight, or are we eating in here?”

“It is, but this is all about you so we can do whatever you like.” Staying in here feels like date territory, but I’m going to let her take the reins on this, and I’m not going to freak out either way.

I grab the trays, passing one to her, and waiting to see what she wants to do. She gets off the chair and I follow her into the living room. A smile ghosts over my face, but I quickly shut it down. It’s better to be on the sofa than to sit to the table. Without me having to give a hint about what I want, she uses the remote to find the sports channel. This is exactly how I wanted this evening to go. She might just be my perfect woman.

Wait. That’s not what I meant.

She moans loudly when she bites into her steak, and I have to will my dick to stay calm.This isn’t about you.

“That good, huh?” I ask, keeping my voice light.

“Whoever locks you down is one lucky girl.” She cuts off another piece of meat.

“I’ll be sure to tell her.” I laugh because little does she know it’s her they’d have to hold a candle to. She’s the benchmark for every other woman to measure up to.

She chews a few more pieces of food and I start to enjoy my own meal.

“Do you have your eye on a special lady?”

I froze for a second, glad she couldn’t read my thoughts. “No. You know I’m married to my sport.”And the one person I want to date is off limits I think to myself.

“One day some lucky girl will knock your socks off and rugby will become number two.”

It’s already happened, and I’ve been living in denial for years. Rugby is my distraction as well as my passion.

“Maybe when I’m retired,” I mutter.

We finish up the food and I take the plates into the kitchen. When I look back at Saylor, she’s engrossed in the rugby game.

“Who’s your money on tonight?” she asks as I return to my seat.

“Honestly, they’re both good teams so it doesn’t matter.” Either way, we’ll have to face them both at a later date.

She leans against the arm of the sofa and flings her legs over my knees. “Is this okay?”

I pull her legs closer to my waist. “Of course. Do you want a foot massage, too?”

She pulls a cushion from under her back and launches it at me. “No need for the sarcasm.”

I hold my hands up. “I was serious.”

She bites her lip studying me for a second. “Okay. I’ll happily take your offer of a foot rub.” She wiggles her toes in front of my face. I rub my thumb over the arch of her left foot, and she lets out a yelp. “Hey, that tickles.”

“Sorry.” I add more pressure and soon enough she’s like putty in my hands.

Chapter Seven

Saylor

Ithink I’ve died and gone to heaven as Alfie continues to massage my feet. The meal was divine, and I could get used to the pampering. If this is what having a boyfriend is like, I’d forget my no dating rule in an instant.

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?” I say, jokingly.

We both know he’s trying to make me like him more to prove a point. No amount of TLC can do that, I already think he’s a great guy.

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