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Finally, Jamie is the one to speak. “Dude, you are one lucky son of a bitch.”
Don’t I know it?
forty-six
I’m the Luckiest Fucker in the World
Drew
“God damn, you look fucking incredible,” I say to Ronnie as I look over at her. I picked her up about twenty minutes ago, and I’ve barely been able to keep my eyes on the road ever since.
She looks down at herself. “You like the new dress?”
“Fuck, yes. I think it may be my new favorite.”
“If you like this, just wait and see what I have to wear when we get back to my place later.”
“Can’t fucking wait,” I say.
My eyes dart back and forth between her and the road. The dress she picked out hugs every single one of her curves. It takes “little black dress” to a whole new level, and I can’t wait to peel it off of her sexy body later.
“So, where are we going?” She asks.
“I figured we could start with dinner and then just see where the night takes us.”
“Oooh, sounds fun.”
Man, I hope so.
It doesn’t take us long to get to the restaurant. I decided to go all out and go somewhere really nice. This place looks fancy as hell even from the outside. I just hope the food is as good as the reviews say it is..
After I put the truck in park, I’m quick to hop out and jog to Ronnie’s side so that I can help her out. The heels she’s wearing are super hot, but I imagine they are hell to walk in.
She holds onto my arm as we walk inside. While we wait to talk to the host, I can feel every man’s eyes on Ronnie as they walk by.
Leaning down, I whisper, “How does it feel to know that every single man in here wishes that you were here with them right now?”
She looks up at me. “How does it feel that you’re the one I’m here with?”
“Like I’m the luckiest fucker in the whole world.”
A few moments later, we are ushered to our table. When I made the reservation, I asked for a corner table to make things a little more intimate. I’m happy to see they delivered.
We slide in next to each other and start looking at the menu.
“Wow, this is fancy,” she says. “Is this the kind of place you used to eat when you would be fighting?”
“Eh, sometimes. More often than not, I was loading up on protein and hitting the gym constantly. That didn’t leave a whole lot of time for fancy dinners.”
The waitress comes over and each of us orders a drink and a steak. When she’s gone, I ask, “What about you? I bet in your travels, you have gone to some pretty nice places.”
“Sometimes. I’ve always liked trying food from everywhere–whether that means a fancy restaurant, a taco truck, or a street vendor. I’ll eat food from anywhere.”
“You and me both.”
The waitress drops off our drinks, and while Ronnie is stirring her rum and Coke around with the tiny straw, she says, “Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything, beautiful.”
