Page 82 of Let Me Say It Again

I picked up my fork and grabbed a bit of my ravioli, making sure to get some sauce from the dish before bringing it to my mouth. As soon as it hit my tongue, I knew I was going to have a foodgasm. Besides tasting such delicious food, I didn’t think I’d ever been quite so romanced before.

“Mmm,” I moaned loudly and unapologetically. “Mmm.” I did it again, closing my eyes this time and letting the deliciousness dance on my tongue, savoring every last flavor.

“You have to pick,” he said, pointing the prongs of his fork at me. Good thing he hadn’t picked up any food yet, or I may have worn it. With the oil in this sauce that would never come out of my blouse.

Whoa, that wasn’t something I usually thought about. I was the type to drop food on the floor and not fret over it. I didn’t care if I made a mess of my clothes or had a mustard stain on my hoodie that I wore to bed. The latter was true, sad to say, but thehoodie was really comfortable, and it’d been cleaned since the mustard many times. It just never came out.

I gave him a befuddled look, my brows practically shooting to my hairline. “What do I have to pick?” I wasn’t too shabby at making decisions, but it depended on what we were talking about.

“This dinner or dessert?” he asked, his eyes shooting down south as he said the worddessert. Way to be subtle, Red. Then as though that was normal first date conversation, he cut a piece of asparagus in his dish and took a bite.

Meanwhile, I swallowed. Hard. See, now that was a hard decision. Had he made anything else in the world or actually sucked at cooking, then there would be a very clear winner. Now I wasn’t too sure. “Maybe if your balls were waxed. . . .”

A roar of laughter erupted from him and he shook his head. “We both know you love my balls just the way they are.”

I tilted my head back and forth and gave him a lopsided smile. “I’m not too sure. I have a pretty bad memory. Drop your pants and let’s see.”

He glared up at me, his eyes a darker blue hue as he grew intense. “Don’t tease me because I’ll do it.”

“At the dinner table?” I acted shocked, as though I would have actually given a rat’s ass where he decided to drop his pants.

He grunted, his voice thick with emotion as he answered, “Yes. I’d even fuck you on the table if you’d let me, but only after I ate my favorite meal.”

Oh, geez, why me? I was tempted. So very tempted. But I think I actually wanted this whole dinner date experience. “Another time.” Then I went back to eating, knowing this meal, while extremely good, had nothing on licking his balls and taking his dick in my mouth.

Silence filled the air as we continued eating. I didn’t know about him, but I was having trouble thinking straight. “You can’t stop thinking about it, can you?”

“What?” I was caught off guard by his boldness, not that I was sure why. We were both extremely bold people who didn’t care to have a filter when we were around each other. It was honestly one of the hottest things I’d ever shared with the opposite sex. “What?” I repeated, wanting to hit myself upside the head. “No.”

“Now I have my answer,” he replied smugly.

Was he right? Yes.

Did I want to wipe that cocky look right off his face? Duh.

“Why don’t we talk about the seven deadly sins,” I said, changing the topic and taking things in an entirely different direction. Ha! There you go. Conversing about sins should definitely take my mind off his junk.

What was that? Brilliant idea, Jade. Oh, why, thank you.

He cleared his throat. “What about them?” he asked, extending for his glass.

“Which one would you say you commit the most?”

It was a pretty good question actually. A great way to judge the man you were with. Take notes, friends, I was helping you.

“Greed.” Red shrugged, as though not fazed by any of this or afraid to admit to it.

“Interesting.” It actually was. “Why do you say that?”

“I’m a very greedy fucking man, Jade. You should know that by now.”

My cheeks heated up so much you could have warmed dinner on them.

He took another sip of his wine before setting it back down. “I want everything and I don’t like settling for less. I want Lyons Enterprises to be the biggest company in the world. I want to be one of the wealthiest men because of it and all the hard work I’veput into it. And I want a woman right there by my side, someone to come home to. I don’t just want her to celebrate my successes, though. I want to celebrate hers. I want her to love her job, be great at what she does, be motivated, but also independent and not afraid to say it like it is.”

Sounded like me.

“Then one day I want a family. I want kids who I spend time with because the company is practically running itself. I don’t want them to think that I ever chose work over them. But I also don’t want to choose them over work.” Okay, so he clearly wasn’t done.

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