Page 9 of Falling For His Badass

“Yes, I am,” slips out, “Very much so.”

He grins, “I am too.”

Oh my! That grin is so cute! He’s adorable.

The people around us laugh at something happening on the stage, but we just grin at each other.

Then the waiter returns with our desserts. B.A. raises his eyebrows and asks, “You sure you don’t need a drink to wash that cake down?”

“Are you afraid I’m going to choke?” I flirt.

He chuckles, “Well, if you do, I know the Heimlich maneuver.”

Dear lord, the thought of his arms wrapped around me crushing my body against his makes my legs weak and my pussy even wetter. Can I fake choking? I smile at him, and his eyes tell me he knows what I am thinking.

Just then, he looks down at his chest, then retrieves his phone from the front pocket. He stares at it for just a second, then begins to rise. “Excuse me.” He tells me, then turns and walks away.

Watching his confident posture disappear, I marvel at what a perfect ass he has, but when he exits the restaurant, the breath that I didn’t know I was holding exhales in a long sigh.Just my fucking luck.I roll my eyes. Hopeful he is coming back, I glance over more than a few times in the first five minutes he’s gone, but after that I know he’s not coming back. Disappointment settles over me and the only consolation I have is he turned to go into the hotel area, not out the exit. Maybe he’ll come to the bar later.

* * *

Damn,I hate to leave Lizzy. I was just starting to gain her trust, but when duty calls, I have to answer. When I step outside the restaurant, I read the text alert I received from my unit commander. *B.A. Congrats. I received notification that your RFO to OCS has been accepted. Your official orders will follow, but I wanted to be the first to offer my congratulations. Welcome to the elite of the elite.*

*Fucking A! Thanks for the heads up, Boss.* Grinning, I lower my phone, then unable to contain my excitement, I let out a “Hooyah!” Everyone turns to stare at me, but I don’t care. This is great news! I text John. *John, great news! My request for Officer Candidate School has been accepted. Details to follow.*

*Congratulations, Little Brother! So proud of you. You deserve it! Are you dancing the night away with Lizzy?*

*Working on it.* I grin.

*I didn’t tell Tara where you went. Didn’t want her asking questions and wanting status updates.*

I laugh at that. *Good call. Out here.*

*See you Sunday.*

When I turn to head back into the dinner theater, Jeff rounds the corner. He throws his hand up and waves. “Did I hear a Hooyah?”

I grin. “Yes, sir! You sure did.” I walk to him with my hand outstretched. He clasps it firmly and pumps it.

“Good to see you, Brody.”

“You too.”

“So, you’ve gotten good news?”

“Yes, my application for OCS has been accepted.”

“That’s awesome news! Congratulations!” He pumps my hand again. “When do you leave?”

“I don’t know the details yet, just that I’m in.”

“Well, this calls for a celebration! Come on,” he throws his arm around my shoulder. “Let’s go to the bar and toast this amazing news.”

I don’t really want to leave Lizzy behind, but my allegiance to Jeff is without question, so I follow along. On the ride up, Jeff and I shoot the shit, catching up on the general details of where I was stationed and how long I’ve been back. The elevator arrives and we exit. The bouncer greets him, and he introduces him as Damien. Tells him, our history, and that if I get into a confrontation, he is too have my back. We laugh, shake hands, then I follow Jeff into the bar. Several people shout his name as we head toward the VIP area, and he throws his hand up in acknowledgement. His missions have made him a local legend. When we slide into his booth, a waitress is already there to take our order. She looks at me, “What will you have, cutie?”

I laugh. Cutie. I haven’t been called that since grade school. “Bud in a bottle.”

“You sure you don’t want a frosted mug?”

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