Page 27 of Somebody to Save
“Beckett?” she asked, and I realized I’d zoned out to the images I’d conjured.
“Sorry, yes?” I squeezed her thigh, and she readjusted in her seat, scooting ever so slightly closer to me.
“Do you usually work every weekend?” Her voice was breathy, and I ran my thumb back and forth over her smooth skin. All my earlier nerves were suddenly calmed.
“Yeah, usually. It’s nice because no one else is working. I can catch up without any interruptions.”
She nodded and looked back out the windshield. “You don’t like setting time aside for that during the week? During the day? It’s just unfortunate that you have to use up all your free time to catch up on work.”
“It’s not too bad,” I said as I turned into the parking lot. “And I like to be accessible during the day. I have a lot of people who report to me, and if they need help, I want to make sure they can reach me.”
Addison was quiet for a second, and I glanced over at her. I caught her looking down at my hand on her thigh before she looked back up at me with a soft smile sitting on her lips. Lips that were painted a shade of dark pink I knew would look so good smeared around my cock.
“You sound like a really good boss. I bet people enjoy working with you, for you.”
“I like to think so,” I said with a smile.
Pulling up behind an SUV and in front of the valet stand, I put the car in park. Before we could say anything more, the valet attendants were opening our doors. I left the keys in the center console and slipped the guy a few dollars before I walked around the car to meet Addison.
“Thank you so much.” She nodded to the valet guy and gave him a sweet smile. I swore the guy swooned on the spot, and I fully understood his instant infatuation. But I also loved that her smile widened when I slid my hand against the small of her back just above the curve of her ass and led us inside.
Every time I walked in, it smelled better than the last. The low lights of the restaurant were warm and accented the occasional flicker of candlelight from each table.
“Reservation for Crawford,” I said over the quiet murmur of voices and hush of music that was a soft melody in the background.
The host smiled and grabbed two menus before he motioned for us to follow him. He directed us to a circular booth at the back of the restaurant. It was one of my favorite tables in theentire place with a spectacular view of the patio. There was a stream running through the property and lights strung from one large tree to the next. I preferred to sit out there when the temps weren’t hovering just above freezing.
“Your server will be right with you,” the host said as he set the menus on the table. Addison scooted in from one side, and I slid in the other.
She shrugged her jacket off and set it on the booth next to her.
“Good to see you, Mr. Crawford,” Jeremy said as he approached our table.
“Good to see you, too, Jeremy. This is Addison.” They waved to one another before I had to ask, “How’s school?”
He smiled and smoothed his hands down his black dress pants. “Really great, actually. This semester was tough, but I made it through. What would you like to drink?”
“Water to start,” I said. “We’ll look over the cocktail menu. Thanks.”
He nodded and headed back toward the kitchen.
Addison nudged me and crossed one leg over the other, opening the cocktail menu and peering down at the list. “So, you’re a regular here?”
“Not really. Jeremy is a friend’s son. He wanted to go to law school, so I helped with his application and wrote him a recommendation.”
She nodded, but her eyebrows drew together, and she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.
“What?”
She glanced up at me, green eyes bright in the candlelight. “I’m sorry?”
“I can tell by your expression that you have something to say. Your thoughts often play out over your face.”
“Yeah, I know,” she sighed and closed the cocktail menu, tucking her hair behind her ear and readjusting in her seat. Like she was looking for something to do, she picked up her napkinand dropped it in her lap. She folded it carefully and let her hands rest on top of it.
“I just realized that Jeremy is probably around my age and that you have friends that havekidsmy age.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond before Jeremy returned with two waters and to take our drink order.
