Page 102 of Imperfect Player

“Does that mean you don’t have room for dessert?”

“Depends on what it is.”

The waiter brings the covered metal tray.

“It’s your favorite,” I tell her as I lift the lid, showcasing a very large piece of chocolate cake.

She huffs. Then laughs.

“There better be cheesecake somewhere around here.”

With impeccable timing, Lurch appears with another tray just for her.

“Trust me, sunshine, that is one thing I will never forget. It was almost a deal breaker. Lucky for you, your blow jobs are impeccable.”

She slaps my arm before offering up a piece of her cheesecake. I take the bite, uncertain how I’ll feel about it. I’ve never tried it before, something about it not appealing to my taste buds. Once again, though, Everly breaks through the barrier.

My hate for cheesecake wasn’t unlike my hate for relationships. Both items it took Everly to open my eyes to.

Smooth, creamy—delicious.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

“Told ya.”

“Share with me?”

“Oh no. You can’t have your cake and eat mine, too.”

I raise an eyebrow in her direction as the innuendo in what she’s just said hits her.

“That you can have. Just not my cheesecake.”

Adamant about not sharing, she rises to her feet, taking the plate with her, and sits at the bar.

“You can run, but you can’t hide.”

“Stay away.”

She slides off the chair as I stalk toward her.

“Back.”

“Yeah right. You’re mine.”

Her laughter rings through the room as she takes off running, heels clacking on the floor, cheesecake plate in hand.

I sprint off after her, one hand grabbing the plate, the other wrapping around her waist.

“Gotcha.”

“Always.”

She spins around in my arms, her now free hands grabbing my face, and kisses me.

To hell with dessert. There’s nothing sweeter than this.

Chapter 29

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