Chapter 3 #2
His eyes darkened. “Don’t give me that look, Nina…”
“I love the sky and you found a way to give it to me.” I tilted my head to the side. “And when we get back to the hotel, I’m going to give it to you.”
His tongue ran from one side of his mouth to the other. “Nina,” he warned quietly.
Our waitress came up with our desserts. “Here’s something sweet for you,” she said as she placed Russ’s dessert in front of him. “And yours.” She damn near threw mine in front of me. “Can I get you anything else?”
Her back was to me but when I saw her friend, the nosey waitress with the questions, what I’d suspected all along was confirmed.
This bitch is trying to poach my date!
Smirking, I shook my head. I didn’t like it, but I respected the game.
It wasn’t my style, but Russ didn’t have a wedding ring on his finger, so he was technically a free man. Personally, I wouldn’t approach a man while he appeared to be on a date. I’d wait until he was alone and then make my move. Or better yet, I’d slip a note in his to-go box.
I took a bite out of one of my date bars. Amateur.
“Can we get the check and my Greek cookies, please?” Russ requested.
“Right away,” she answered.
“How are your date bars?” he asked, shifting his focus back to me.
The waitress took a second to get her feet in motion, but then she rushed away from the table.
“Pretty good. I didn’t know what to expect but I like them.” I licked my lips. “You want a taste?”
“I want more than a taste.”
“And I’ll give it to you.” I slipped the dessert into his mouth. “I’ll give you all of it.”
“Mmm,” he groaned as he grabbed my hand. Kissing my fingers as he chewed, he nodded. “That’s the second-best thing I tasted tonight.”
“What was the first?”
“Your juices while we were flying over the city. It was good from my fingers, but I’m ready to drink from the source.”
“Here’s your check,” the waitress said, interrupting our back-and-forth. “And here’s your to-go bag. Anything else?”
Russ tore his eyes from me and looked at the bill. “I’m going to need two boxes because we’re taking these to go, too.”
“Oh! Crema catalana is best when eaten immediately,” she informed him.
He handed her one hundred and fifty dollars. “We have plans so we’re going to take this to go.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll be right back,” she said.
As soon as she was out of earshot, he pulled out his cell phone. “I’m going to call the hotel and have them deliver a bottle of wine to the room before we get there.” He started dialing numbers. “Once we get up there and close the door, I don’t want any interruptions.”
“I like the way you think,” I told him, popping the last piece of the date bar I’d started into my mouth.
“Hi, yes, I’m in suite 1151 and I’d like to order your best white wine to be delivered to my room…”
“Here’s your boxes,” the waitress said before realizing he was on the phone.
“I’ll take that,” I told her, taking them from her hand.
I put my dessert into one box, and then I tried to put his in the other box. He got off the phone and attempted to help me. It came out in pieces and completely lost its appeal.
I made a face. “Ummmm.”
He shrugged. “It’ll still taste good.” He stacked the boxes into the bag and stood. “But I’m going to be honest.” He slipped his jacket on. “I’m more interested in tasting you than anything in this bag.”
“Then, let’s go.”
He grabbed the bag and then reached out to take my hand. Helping me to my feet, he checked me out. “Yeah, let’s get you back to the room.”
“I’m right behind you. I’m just going to check on something real quick.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“It’s fine,” I assured him. “Put the stuff in the car. I’ll be right out. Give me two minutes.”
He hesitated and I gave him a look.
“Please,” I whispered, knowing how much he liked hearing me beg.
His breath shook as he exhaled. “If you’re not out in two minutes, I’m coming back in.”
“Deal.”
He headed out and I searched for our waitress.
“… I just don’t understand it. She’s like twice his size and he is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Maybe she’s giving him the rest of her tax money, or he’s between homes.
I mean, she’s pretty for a fat girl, but there’s no way he’s really into her.
It doesn’t make any sense. She’s too big for him.
They don’t fit,” she complained as I walked up.
Her complaint ended when the nosy waitress widened her eyes and gestured for her to stop talking.
“Not according to him,” I chimed in, causing the waitress to turn. “Let him tell it, I’m the perfect fit for him.”
“I wasn’t talking about you,” she said quickly, her face turning red.
“You were. But I came to give you a little advice. First and foremost, if you’re going to try to step to a man while he’s on a date, at least have the decency to wait until she’s in the bathroom or at the bar.”
Her eyes widened. “I didn’t—”
“You did. But you didn’t do a good job and you weren’t smooth with it.
Which brings me to my second point.” I moved closer to her.
“If you step to a man who is on a date, make sure he’s not all about her.
Because he is into every inch of me. And you may not understand why he likes all this”—I ran my hands over my belly for emphasis—“but just know, he likes it a lot.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“And third,” I continued, interrupting whatever bullshit she was going to say, “don’t step to a man who’s on a date with a bitch like me. You’re small, and I’m big. And I don’t just mean in size. So, you can continue to talk shit but just remember that you can’t compete where you don’t compare.”
A mixture of indignation and embarrassment twisted her features, and I knew my work was done.
“I wasn’t going to take your man,” she sputtered.
“The only thing you could take from me is notes.”
Turning on my heel, I sauntered away with a huge smile on my face. Even though I wasn’t jealous and would never fight over a man, I meant everything I said to the waitress. And if there was one man who was worth the confrontation, it was Russell Long.
He was The Fun One. He was the one I could live in the moment with. He was the one I related to the most. He was the one who seemed to understand me best. He was the one who matched my energy. And all of those reasons were exactly why he was the one who was so much fun.
As soon as I exited the restaurant, I saw Russ leaning against the trunk of the car, waiting for me. I would be lying if I said there wasn’t something special about him.
“What’s that smile about? What did you do?” Russ asked.
“I spoke to the waitress and gave her some pointers,” I answered.
His brows furrowed and he eyed me suspiciously. “What do you mean?”
“I gave her pointers on how to shoot her shot.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. “You know I wasn’t checking for her.”
“It wasn’t about whether or not you were. It was the way she went about things. And then, when I heard her talking shit, we had to have a little chat about the disrespect.”
“I can’t tolerate disrespect.” He shook his head. “I see red.” He cocked his head to the side. “She didn’t say or do anything to make you see red, did she? Do we need to leave the scene?”
I cackled. “No. It wasn’t that deep. I could’ve let it go, but I didn’t want to.” I lifted my shoulders. “I might be fat, but I’ll never be the bigger person.”
His head fell back, and a loud, sexy, rumbling laugh burst out of him. “Yoooooooooooo!” He bent down and pressed his lips against mine. “I fuck with you hard.”
“I know. And I look forward to you fucking with me hard in twenty minutes.”
“You look at me like that again and I’ll take you in the backseat.”
“Nah, after the way you teased me on that helicopter, I need you to stretch me out and take care of me.”
His hands slid over my ass before he smacked it. “Then let’s get you to the hotel so I can do exactly that.”
We kissed and I felt it throughout my entire body. I was so ready for the night we were going to have. When he pulled away and looked at me, I felt that shit everywhere.
He opened my car door for me and ushered me in.
“I’m going to tease you, and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he said before closing my door.
For the second time that night, my panties were soaked.
The trip to downtown was normally twenty minutes, but we got there in twelve. I didn’t remember speeding. I just kept thinking about him spreading me out and getting me off.
I dropped my car off with the valet and then met Russ on the sidewalk.
“When they finish building my place, I’m going to miss valet parking and room…” His sentence trailed off and his brows furrowed. “Where’s your overnight bag?”
“I’m going to have to leave in the wee hours of the morning,” I told him. “I have to be at work early tomorrow.”
He slipped his arm around my shoulders and walked me to the elevator. “I wish you were off so we could maximize the time in the suite.”
“Maybe you should take off and not go to Canada on Tuesday and we can.”
“I wish I could.”
“Well, since I have plans, we will make the most of the time we have now.”
“Oh, I plan to make…” He kissed the top of my head instead of finishing the sentence as we entered the crowded elevator.
With a smile, I turned my body into him, and we rode to the eleventh floor with our arms around each other.
As the amount of people dwindled, Russ’s hand shifted from my shoulder to my back to the top of my ass.
When the door opened on the top floor, his big hand gripped my ass, and we were the last to exit.
“After you,” Russ said, gesturing for me to go in front of him.
I walked out and it didn’t take long for him to pull up behind me. Gripping my hips, he pulled my ass into him, forcing me to feel his erection. The tension in my belly spread to the apex of my thighs. By the time we got to the room, we were damn near grinding on each other.