Page 90 of Stay With Me
“We’re seeing a movie?” Her mouth opens. “I haven’t been to the theater in years.”
Not surprising since her asshole ex wouldn’t go with her and everyone streams at home now.
“It’s why I wanted to take you. Thought it’d be fun to veg out on popcorn and snacks and enjoy their heated recliners for a couple of hours.”
She tilts her head in confusion. “Whaddya mean? How’d you know that?”
“You might not remember because you were high on Molly, but you mentioned it that night.”
“Oh my God. Either you have the memory of an elephant or you’re utterly obsessed with me.” Her tone is teasing, but she’s not wrong. I have been for longer than I’d like to admit.
Instead of telling her that, I casually shrug. “I do have a good memory.”
The corner of her lips hikes up with a smug grin. “Mm-hmm. I’m sure that’s it.”
“C’mon, let’s go. The movie’s gonna start soon.” I open my door and she reaches for hers, but I grab her arm. “Wait.”
Slamming mine shut, I sprint around my truck to her side. Then I pull her handle and hold out my hand so she can take it.
“Aren’t you such a gentleman.”
Once she steps down, I pull her flush against my chest and kiss the tip of her nose. “Oh, I have secret motivations.”
“Hm…care to elaborate?”
“Nope. You’ll find out.” I wink, then lock my truck and lead us to the theater.
I already bought the tickets, so once we’re inside, we hit the food stand. We order a large popcorn with extra butter, two bags of gummy worms, one red and one blue slushie to share, and then a box of M&M’s to sprinkle on top of the popcorn.
“Anything else, Sunny, or is this enough of a sugar high for ya?” I tease before I give the girl behind the counter my card.
“I think this’ll do until we get back to town.”
She chuckles when I shake my head. I’m not a huge sweets person, but I could easily devour one of Gramma Grace’s Butter Pecan pies.
“So what movie are we gonna see?” she finally asks, and honestly, I’m surprised it took her until now to ask.
While we wait to go in, I point at a banner of Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore behind her. Every month, they reserve a theater for a specific theme and when I saw they were doing the ’90s and featuring a movie of his, I knew she’d enjoy it.
“Ghost?” She looks back at me in confusion with her lips parted.
“It’s noDirty Dancing, but it has your favorite actor.”
Her mouth is still half-open in surprise. “I’ve never seen that one.”
“Good. Then you’ll actually pay attention to it and won’t spend the whole time tryin’ to tempt me.”
“Except there’s a loophole in your well-crafted plan.”
I look down at her devious grin and furrow my brows. “And what’s that?”
She licks her lips. “I’m amastermultitasker. Years of workingin customer service help me focus on more than one thing at a time.”
Instead of giving in to her devious attempts to seduce me in yet another place we could get caught, I bring my mouth to her ear. “Sweetheart, I deal with rowdy thousand-pound horses, overly needy guests, and unruly siblings on a daily basis. So if you think I can’t handle yourloopholes, think again. Because if I need to, I’ll pin you down in that recliner with my fingers shoved in your wet pussy and edge you for a solid two hours before lettin’ you come.”
When I pull back, she’s biting the inside of her cheek as her nostrils flare.
Probably to stop herself from giving me a verbal lashing.
