Page 27 of Fight for Forever
“Yes, that’s fine. My shifts are mostly four starts lately, so I have most of the day.”
“Me too.”
We don’t need most of the day, not for a bit of sparring and training.
We stare at one another and I barely breathe when Meg leans forward and puts her elbows on the table. The movement pushes her tits together, giving a tantalizing hint of her cleavage. I’m not sure it’s on purpose. I am sure she sees my eyes drop there.
Fuck, is she flirting?
“How was the meal?”
I jolt at the sound of Angelina’s voice behind me. Megan moves back in her seat and looks up at my fucking aunt with a smile.
“Beautiful. Everything was delicious, thank you.”
“I’m glad to hear it. It’s on the house.”
“Angelina,” I hold up a hand.
“No arguments. You may be a giant MMA fighter, but I can get a step ladder to hit you round the back of the head.”
Meg giggles behind her hand, probably visualizing that. I like the sound of her laughter, so I can almost forgive Angelina for interrupting that moment. Almost.
Meg thanks her but offers money again, which has Angelina scowling and backing away.
“It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Megan. And you,” she points at me. “Take care of this one,” she winks.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say with a resigned shake of my head.
“I like her. I would also like to see her get that step ladder.”
“Don’t encourage her. She will do it.”
We head out after I leave a hefty tip under one of the glasses, which more than covers the cost of the food. I’ll get it in the neck, but I’m not a freeloader. We ate a lot of food and even though the restaurant does good business, I’m not about to take money out of Angelina’s hand.
As we walk to the car, Megan has to move closer to me because the streets are busy. I hold my hand out behind her back to make sure no one jostles her, but I don’t touch her. She glances at me side on as if she knows what I’m doing. I wink at her and her lips squeeze together in a shy smile.
Okay, this feels like a date, so what happens next? Besides taking her home and fucking her senseless because that ain’t happening. But it doesn’t have to be over. It’s still early, just after nine.
“I had a nice time,” Meg says, as we reach the parking lot at the rear of the restaurant. “What time do you want me to come over tomorrow?”
I swallow the disappointment. I should have opened my damn mouth before she did, but I was too busy thinking about getting her naked. Idiot.
“How is eleven?”
“Sounds good.”
Meg ducks her head and when we reach the car, I open the door for her again. She gives me another shy smile. I’ve noticed a lot of women don’t appreciate having doors held for them, wanting to be independent and all that which I can get on board with. Me though, it’s just a part of who I am.
Women deserve respect and I usually take their lead, but Meg seems to like me opening the door for her. Once I’m in the truck, I decide to go for broke.
“Would you like to get a drink somewhere?”
“I’m kind of tired,” she says, suddenly more nervous.
Okay, I get it. She is keeping her distance and as much as I would like to stay out, get to know her better, I’m happy with what we’ve done tonight. She’s opened up more than I thought she would.The fact she even came out with me is a big step. Andsheaskedme.
I give her a reassuring smile, then head out of the parking lot. Meg seems lost in thought, so I leave her to them and we drive in silence. It’s not uncomfortable, and the radio is on in the background so it’s not dead silence.