Page 4 of A Damaged Soul
"Excuse me?"
"The bartender's name is Sam, and he's actually the owner. Great guy and he does keep a clean place."
"Here you go." Speaking of the man. Sam slid two beers across the bar. "Can I get you anything to eat?"
"We'll have one of everything," I said without taking my eyes off Elle. I smirked when she gasped.
Sam didn't argue. Nor did he say anything more before slipping away to put the order in.
"That's a lot of food, Rhett."
I laughed at her shocked expression. "How do you know? You didn't even look at the menu."
Elle blanched. "Well, I can only assume it's a lot of food."
I continued to laugh. "It's really not." Then I leaned over the bar and grabbed one of the paper menus Sam hid for people like Elle who had never been there before. It was nothing more than a five-by-seven card with eight items on it.
"Wait! They even have pizza and breadsticks here? I wouldn't have guessed that in a million years in a place like this."
I knew what she meant. I too didn't expect it the first time Sam showed me the menu.
"Sam owns a pizza shop as well. He feels it's good business to cross-promote his products."
Elle merely nodded her head at what I said. Before she got the chance to say anything more, Sam dropped off a basket full of onion rings and fried pickles. "The other stuff will be out in a few minutes."
"Thanks, Sam."
I grabbed one of the pickles and picked it up to blow on it. Once I felt it was cool enough, I brought it to Elle's lips. I instantly got hard when her plump lips wrapped around my fingers and she sucked the pickle into her mouth.
But it was the moan she let out while chewing that nearly had me shooting off like an inexperienced teenager.
"Wow, those are delicious."
I waited until she completely chewed and swallowed before grabbing an onion ring and repeating the process.
"Are you planning to feed me the entire night?" she asked in a playful tone.
I smirked in return but shook my head no. "Nah. I just wanted to make sure you weren't one of those girls who picked at food instead of actually eating it."
I had a feeling I was in big trouble when Elle picked up a large onion ring and proceeded to shove the whole thing in her mouth. Not even caring at all what she looked like in the process. I laughed at her antics.
"I'll take that as your way of correcting my narrow-minded thinking."
Elle didn't answer until after she washed the food down with a large gulp of lager. "You would be correct. Don't let the dress fool you. I could eat and drink most men under the table."
"Good thing I ordered so much food, then, because I don't know about you, but I'm starved." I wasn't just talking about food either. Although I was certainly hungry.
"Famished," was Elle's reply, and it made me think she was on the same page.
Too bad she was too innocent for a guy like me. She was wholesome and sweet while I was a train wreck, and everything I touched went to shit. I refused to do that to her after she told me how great her life was.
Sam eventually brought out the rest of the food, and we ate in comfortable silence. I quickly learned Elle wasn't joking when she said she could eat most men under the table. For someone so small, she sure could pack a lot of food in.
Elle sighed and leaned back on her barstool with one hand splayed across her belly. "I can't possibly eat another bite."
I didn't know how she ate as much as she did, but I certainly didn't say that. "Was it good?" I asked instead.
"Oh my Goddd." She groaned. "It was so damn good. I'm going to need to stop here every time I visit the city."
