Page 21 of Razor
Razor checked with Honey to check if she was ready. “Want to try them?”
“Yes, please,” Honey answered politely.
“The young lady would like a small order of biscuits and gravy with a scrambled egg on the side. That sounds good to me as well. Better make mine a medium-sized order.”
“You’re living dangerously there, Razor,” the server commented with a laugh and headed off to put in their order.
Honey hoped the small order would be enough food. Was Razor concerned about her size and thought she should diet? Growing up with her super athletic parents, they’d always controlled her portion sizes. Having what she wanted, whenever she decided to eat, had felt like freedom when she moved out of their house. Honey always kept a stash of gummy bears in her pantry as a special treat.
If her breakfast was sparse, she had a granola bar in her purse. She could eat it in the bathroom or something. With a small sigh, Honey concentrated on her brimming coffee cup. The server hadn’t skimped on that. Now, could she squeeze some cream and sugar in there and avoid overflowing it?
“How did she carry these without spilling coffee everywhere?” Honey murmured as she reached for a creamer.
“Beth is an expert. She’s been here for years. Want me to take a sip out of yours so you can doll it up?”
“Would you?”
“Of course.” He lifted the cup to his full lips and drank a healthy swallow before placing it back in front of her.
“Thank goodness you like black coffee,” she told him.
“One more service I offer, Little girl,” he whispered for her ears only.
Instantly, her mind bolted away to more intimate activities he might perform for her. “Are you real?” Honey blurted.
“I am,” he said without a minute of hesitation. “Oh, look. Here comes our breakfast.”
“That fast?” She turned in disbelief to see Beth approaching.
“Alright, a small order for you with a scrambled egg and a medium order for the growing boy,” the server announced.
Honey stared at the brimming plate in front of her. A biscuit larger than a saucer lay on a huge plate. The cook had split it in half before drowning it in gravy packed full of chunks of sausage. She could only tell it was a divided biscuit from the crispy, jagged edges poking through the delicious-smelling gravy. “I’ll never finish all this.”
“Eat whatever you wish. Taste it and see what you think.”
She picked up her fork and dipped it into the thick sauce. Lifting it to her lips, she licked the prongs. His groan blended with hers.
Concerned, Honey glanced up at him. The heat reflected in his gaze sizzled her. She’d just licked…. Oh!
Razor held her attention locked with his as he adjusted himself. “You may be the death of me, Little girl. Eat.”
Honey didn’t argue or ask questions. She helped herself to a big bite and chewed happily. Inside, she celebrated. She’d done that to him. He was aroused because of her. Honey couldn’t think of another time a male had reacted to her as if she were an incredible temptation. She adored feeling desirable and vampish.
“This is fantastic,” she mumbled.
“My favorite breakfast spot,” he agreed, raising a large portion to his mouth.
“Thank you for sharing this place with me.”
“I’m looking forward to you discovering all the things I enjoy, Honey. And exploring those that you love.”
She’d already put another forkful in her mouth when the secondary meaning of his words registered on her. Honey’s cheeks heated. She had to be turning beet-red. Placing the utensil on the rim of her plate, she lifted her napkin to her mouth to hide behind it as she wiped her lips. His low chuckle told her she wasn’t fooling anyone.
“I’ll stop teasing you so you can eat your breakfast,” he promised.
“Thank you,” she whispered before diverting his attention away from her. “What do you do, exactly?”
“I take care of the Devil Daddies MC and their families and conduct private research. Lucien dedicated lab space for me on the property along with treatment rooms.”
