“Get what you need?” he asks sheepishly.
“Yep. All done.”
“Great, ’cause I’m starving. Wanna grab a bite before heading home?”
I check the time on my phone.
I have time now that I was able to reschedule from a face-to-face appointment to a Zoom call later tonight while Colton was in the dressing room trying on a pair of Jeans.
“Sure. I could eat.”
“There’s a food court right up here. I’ve been there before, and the food is excellent.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Colton finds us two seats tucked into the corner of the room after the server offers to bring our order over when it’s ready.
“What did you buy?”
“Where?”
“At the sex store.”
I fain annoyance. “None of your business.”
He laughs, setting his phone face down on the table to give me his undivided attention.
“For Saint’s eyes only, huh?”
I shake away the blush creeping up my neck. “Saint and I aren’t together.”
“And does Saint know that?”
“Couldn’t have made it more apparent if I tried.”
“Didn’t look like it when you two skipped away at dinner the other night.”
He raises a brow expecting an answer I don’t want to give, so I wave a dismissive hand and change the subject.
“Enough about Saint. I want to know more about the infamous Colton Fitzroy. Tell me something I don’t already know.”
He scratches his chin, pondering my question. “Not much to tell, really.”
“I’m sure that’s not true. And it’s only fair since you seem to know everything there is to know about me.”
“Yeah. I gotta say, though, the sex toy thing was a surprise. Didn’t peg you for that type.”
“You mean the type of girl who likes to enjoy her own body?”
He scoffs. “Likes to play with themselves, you mean.”
Leaning in close, I lower my voice to a whisper, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. A lot of women have one. Not just women. Some men too.”
“Really?”
“Uhumm. Really,” I tease.
The server brings over a tray of delicious food, setting our plates down in front of us. We both thank him and dig in.