Page 16 of His Obsession
“No worries, we will,” Tonk spouted. I chuckled as she crossed her arms, plumping up her breasts under that pastel pink blouse. She had it opened just enough to give me a tease, causing my dick to twitch.
The waitress squeezed between Tonk and me and put the calamari and extra glass on the table. Liz’s face of hostility returned, and it was sweet as sin.
“Your food will be out shortly,” she told us.
“Thank you,” Liz said through clenched teeth.
Adorable.
Returning to my ambiguous conversation as if I didn’t just have an overly flirtatious woman in my face. “Put the word out.”
Tonk nodded.
“Hi to you too, Randall.” She leaned over to catch his attention.
“Hello, Darlin, are you having a good day so far?” He entertained her. I knew he didn’t care about her day.
“Well, let’s see, lots of paperwork, a distraught Becca, and now I’m here being ignored by two men. I’d say my day could be better.” Her face went beet red, and she diverted all eye contact to the table. Oh, I thinkmy girljust embarrassed herself.
“There is your answer, Tonk. Happy?” I jabbed while digging into the crunchy calamari.
If Tonk was a man to roll his eyes, it would have been at that moment.
Great, the waitress made her way back over here again. The moment you feel you’ve gotten rid of her for a while, she comes back like a herpes rash. Her hands balanced a large tray, and I set myself back in my chair to enjoy the upcoming show.
Placing our lobster pasta in front of Liz and me, Tonk’s face fell as the salad landed on the table before him.If looks could kill. I chuckled to myself.
“Hon… could you throw this rabbit food back in the field and bring me surf and turf, medium-rare?” The look of confusion on her face was priceless and worth every moment. Tonk had a severe hatred of veggies he blamed on his off-the-grid, gardening, nut job of a mother.
“Yes, of course,” she said, taking the plate away to the kitchen.
Liz dug into her pasta. Her lips wrapped around the fork and a soft moan escaped her as she closed her eyes and chewed.
Captivating.
“This is amazing, Alek,” she praised, shoveling in another bite.
“Fuck!” Tonk whispered, putting down his glass. It appeared she could enthrall him after all.
I picked up my fork and bit into mine, savoring the flavor of lobster and cream. Food couldn’t get any better than this. Well, if I was eating it off her body, it would be.
“So, what do all of your tattoos mean?” she asked in between bites.
Tonk exploded with laughter, and I choked on my pasta. It wasn’t exactly something I wanted to explain to her at this moment. She wouldn’t be able to handle it all. My loyalty tattoo was a given, but how could I explain to her the reaper covering my back with a Leviticus verse, the bloody cavity on my chest, and the countless others I have across my body? They all have nefarious messages I don’t even discuss with Tonk, although I’m sure he knows.
Her head was swinging back and forth, watching us as we tried to compose ourselves. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Um, no, I’m fascinated with death, so hence the skull,” I told her. Turning my fist her direction. “And we already discussed the other one.” I hoped that was enough to satisfy her curiosity.
“What about yours, Randall?” She directed at him, her pasta practically annihilated. How did she eat so fast and still have time for questions? Thankfully, both Tonk and I had long sleeves on, so we didn’t have to go through them all.
“I have a dagger here on my thumb,” he pointed out, “for vengeance.” Tonk pointed to the other hand with an elk on his middle finger, with the antlers spreading across his knuckles. “This one represents the thrill of the hunt and my country roots.”
“I like the deer, that is pretty,” she exclaimed as her fingers gently touched the antlers.
Tonk pulled his hand back. “It’s an elk. He’s not pretty. It’s majestic and powerful.” Tonk looked offended and amused at the same time. He didn’t enjoy being touched, and he absolutely didn’t like Bambi; he’d eat Bambi for breakfast.
“Sorry,” she whispered. Pushing her plate away, her pasta being demolished as she reached for the calamari. I liked it when a girl had a big appetite and wasn’t afraid to eat in front of people. Those girls that nibble like squirrels were never worth my time. “I think this will be my new favorite place.”