Page 35 of Hooking Up
I waited a lot of fucking tables while I was apprenticing.
I never skimp on the tip.
Or associate with anyone who does.
Iris is looking at her cell. Whatever she's staring at must be important. Her brow is furrowing. Her blue eyes are focused.
I meant what I said.
I'm not going to hog her afternoon.
Dean is right. I like her. But I don't want her carving out space for me.
I want easy.
Casual.
There. I grab our coffees, move back to the table, hand hers over, take my seat.
"You like making me wait." She slides her cell into her backpack.
I let my voice drop. "Yeah. I do."
She takes her straw between her lips. Looks me in the eyes as she sucks coffee into her mouth. "I'll get you back for that."
"Good."
She moans as she takes another sip.
Fuck, I want that moan again.
She drops her cup on the table. Looks me in the eyes. Raises her brows. "Something you want to say?"
"You moan like that again and I'm gonna be late for my one o'clock."
Her teeth sink into her lip. "Here?"
I nod to the bathroom in the back corner.
"Really? A bathroom?"
"You've never wanted it that badly?"
"Well…" She pulls her arm—the now tattooed one—over her chest. Wraps her fingers around her other arm. "For a guy who doesn't play games you're taking your time explaining this."
I take another sip. "I've never done the fuck buddy thing before."
She cocks her head to one side. "Really?"
"Is it that surprising?"
She holds up her thumb and forefinger in thea littlegesture. "Okay. Well. I do like you, Walker. I already know you're… skilled."
My smile spreads to my ears. "That's it?"
"Not that you brag?"
"Never."
