Page 9 of Stars and Swipes
He grins and picks up the chic menu, eyeing it even as he peeks over the top at me.
“I thought that we’ve been working together long enough and yet we still haven’t had a date. Seems like a serious breach of good manners to me.”
I roll my eyes. “What a load of bullshit,” I growl under my breath, jumping when he leans back, roaring with laughter.
“I love that you always tell me how it is. I don’t have to guess at all what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t love anything about you.” His bright eyes dim for a minute and my chest aches when I think that I might actually have hurt him.
“We’ll revisit that later. For right now, I hope that we can have a nice dinner and maybe chat a little. That’s all.”
I roll my eyes and settle back into my seat. “Fine. But only for an hour and then I’m going to go hunt down my bestie and kick her ass.”
He sits up and his jaw tightens. “Two hours. One hour will barely give us time to get our food and maybe eat.”
“This isn’t a negotiation,” I snap.
But he sits back, his jaw tight and his arms crossed over his wide chest.
Which is when I notice what he’s wearing. A dark blue suit with a pale blue shirt that makes the pale green in his eyes look like a gorgeous aqua blue. His shoulders are broad, the cut of his suit fitting so well that it looks almost like a second skin on him.
He looks scrumptious and I want to lick him and crawl into his lap.
I sit back and my eyes widen when I realize that there’s a lot more going on here than I thought. I’m not just pissed at him.
I want him. He’s sexy and funny and just too damn lickable to let walk away without tasting him.
Maybe if I learn a little more about him I will be disgusted and able to get myself straight.
So after the waiter takes our order, I lean forward, my chin perched on my fist. “Tell me something about yourself, Kade.”
He lifts a brow at me and takes a sip of his water, his throat working and drawing my eye. Again, I can’t stop thinking about running my tongue up his throat.
“I’m not married. I’m twenty-three. I graduated from college with a degree in business and got my dream job after I graduated. But when my parents passed away suddenly, I decided that I wanted to learn more about their life and I’ve always wanted to run a bed and breakfast so that’s what I’m doing with their house.”
I sit up, my body jerking. “You’re planning on running a bed and breakfast next to me? Are you crazy?”
Now both of his brows lift. “I know there are several in town or around town already but I’ve already checked on tours and such in town and around town and I believe there is plenty of business for everybody.”
“I don’t want a hotel next to me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Bed and breakfast. I’ll have at most 7 rooms that I rent out. It’s not a huge business. I’ve been looking forward to the planning and all the rest that goes along with a small business like this. I’ve even joined the small business clubs in town. I’m looking forward to all of this.”
I need to think about this. Having a bed and breakfast next door might be a boon for my business or it might sink me or drive me nuts.
Then something else he said hits me. “You’re twenty-three?” Shock hits me. “You’re so young!”
He eyes me warily. “Yes, I said twenty-three. Why? How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-three. I’m ten years older than you!”
“So?”
“What do you mean, so? I’m too old for you.” I jerk to my feet and slam into the waiter as he brings our soup for our first course and watch, open-mouthed as the bowls fly off of the tray and straight down into Kade’s lap.
He screams like a little girl and then jerks at the front of his pants, springing to his feet. I race around the table and jerk at his belt loops until I get his belt undone and then rip his pants off of him. Then I grab the tablecloth and jerk it off the table, sending all the silverware and plates flying to the ground, the crash waking up anybody who might not have noticed the circus at our table.
I wrap the tablecloth around his slim waist as he moans and then jerk his boxer briefs off of him.