From the corner of my eye, I see her lips twitch up into more of a grin. I love teasing her. But I might love making her smile even more.
After we are seated, the waitress brings our drinks. “You ready to order, sugar?” she asks. For most other women, that would sound too . . . old, but somehow this cute, young blonde pulls it off.
I smile politely. “I think I’ll have the double bacon cheeseburger with fries and a side salad.”
“That’s enough protein, even for a man like you,” says the waitress, eyeing me appreciatively. I don’t think much of it. It happens a lot.
She watches me for a few seconds longer before she finally drags her eyes over to Katie. Her demeanor cools considerably, which pisses me off. I know how catty women can be, especially ones like this waitress and most of the conceited starlets I work with these days, but it rubs me the wrong way to see anybody treat Katie with anything less than kindness and respect.
“And what’ll you have?”
Katie’s small smile is the same polite, hollow gesture I’ve seen all too often. “I think I’ll have the Cobb salad. Ranch dressing, please.”
She puts her menu back in the stand, but I tack on dessert for her. “And a piece of pie.”
“What kind?” the waitress asks when she turns to me, all warm and smiley again.
I look to Katie. “The green kind?” I can’t imagine what flavor it might be. Pistachio? Key lime?
Although still small, her grin turns more genuine, this time reaching her eyes. “How do you know I like the green kind?”
I don’t answer; I simply nod to the waitress. “The green kind.”
“One piece of key lime it is.”
“With extra whipped cream,” I add before she walks off.
“The cream is the best part,” the waitress says, looking back over her shoulder.
I ignore her in favor of bringing my attention back to the fascinating creature seated across from me. Her eyes are slits as she studies me.
“How did you know about the pie?”
“The day I was in here and Victoria found me, you were eating right over there,” I say, pointing to the booth she and Mona sat in. “You were right in my line of vision. I watched you eat your whole meal, but when you got to the pie . . . Holy. Shit.”
“What?”
“That first bite you took . . . God! You slid that fork into your mouth and closed your lips around it. Your eyelids sort of fluttered shut and you pulled the fork out so slowly, like you were already enjoying the taste on your tongue. You didn’t chew for a few seconds. You just sat there with your eyes closed, the expression on your face something like it is when you slide down on my cock. Like it’s so good you wanna savor every second of it. God! Damn, it was so hot.” Despite the fact that we’re in a greasy spoon, surrounded by people, blood gushes south to bring my dick to life. I shift uncomfortably. “I’ve never wanted to be a piece of pie so bad in all my life. To feel those lips wrapped around me . . . to feel that tongue licking my skin . . . Hell, I’d do almost anything.”
Katie’s chest is rising and falling more quickly. She leans back, folding her hands together primly in front of her on the tabletop. “Well, we’ll see what the afternoon holds,” she says, avoiding my eyes. “I like more, ahem, flavors than just key lime,” she adds, reaching for her water and taking a sip. Despite her refusal to meet my eyes, despite her unaffected manner, I know she’s feeling this, too. Her hand trembles as she sets her glass back on the table.
I smile. I’m sure it looks wolfish. It feels wolfish. “I can’t wait.”
Her lips curl. Just at the corners. So demure. So deceiving. I know what lies behind it now.
And I’ve never wanted her more.
TWENTY-FIVE
Katie