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right though. Then, he did something that totally took me unawares. I don’t know if it was sweet or creepy. He took the droplet and kissed the tear to his lips.
I know my eyes widened with bewilderment.
Then he said the sweetest thing, “No more tears, Pix. Besides, it seems like Nana loves you. That’s all you need. So no more tears for people who aren’t worth the trouble. Okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I guess that was some repressed abandonment issues running wild.”
I turned away, trying to not let him see the effect he had on me. I lifted my bag on the table and pulled out my wallet.
“I can deal with repressed issues. I think. What are you doing? And don’t worry about it. Your tears don’t bother me.”
“Thanks Dax. I’m getting out my debit card so I can pay for my food.”
He sucked in a breath, and I looked up to see his jaw clicking tight in place. The softness in his face faded like quicksand. “Put that away. Now.”
“Uhm. Sorry. No. I pay my own way.”
“Are you really this difficult?”
“Difficult?” What was he talking about? This wasn’t a date! “This isn’t a date. I’m paying for my food. What’s the problem?”
“Women.”
He snatched my debit card out of my hand.
“Hey!”
He stood and walked over to the counter. What did he think he was doing? I shuffled out of the seat, snagged the check and made my way after him. Dax handed the guy an AMEX (figures), and I stood close to Dax, daring him to look at me. I stared him down, hoping to drill holes into his alpha ass.
Of course, he continued to ignore me. Like I was invisible.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Dax?”
“No.” His voice was tight, closed in so I had to lean forward to hear him.
The counter guy gave him the card slip and his card back. Dax signed and tipped the waitress-WTF-Twenty bucks? She was practically eye-fucking him the whole time we were sitting there. That’s totally rude. Way over twenty percent. Agh. I was a waitress and I knew I shouldn’t be such a hypocrite. I never eye-fucked a guy though or made sexual innuendos with them to get a bigger tip. That was just wrong. For me anyway. I honestly thought if you had it, flaunt it. But if the guy was on a date or with a girl, there was no trying to grab their attention.
Dax handed the paper back and walked out the entrance.
“Thanks!” I said to the counter guy and I ran out after Dax.
“Hey! Gimme back my damn card, asshat!”
He didn’t stop until he was leaning his-damn-hot, hard, tense and so-freaking-sexy body against the hood of my truck holding out his hand with the card flipped out towards me. Before I snatched it away, he pushed his arm in the air, taking the card out of my reach. I wasn’t playing this game. I wouldn’t be able to jump and grab it so I just stood there. Stared straight at him. Waited him out.
He put his other hand up and started counting. “One. No cussing at me. Two. Never take this,” he wagged the card side to side, “out while you are with me. Three. Nah. One and two are the only things I can think up for now. I’m sure there will be at least a few more. But since these are early days, we’ll stick with one and two for now.”
“What is this? A friendship with rules? That’s not right.”
“Have you had a real friendship before, Scarlet?”
Rolling my eyes, I said. “Maybe not a real one.”
“Ha. Three. Don’t roll your eyes at me. It’s rude.”
“Bite me.”
“Ha. Maybe later. And what other kind is there? Oh. Did you have imaginary friends?”
I play-punched his arm and laughed. “ Nooooo . I haven’t had those since I was a little girl playing with my teacups. But I have fictional ones.”
He just blinked like he was trying to think up something witty.
“Well, that’s a relief. I think. But, you understand? Number two is non-negotiable. You don’t pay while you’re with me. Okay?”
I knew he wouldn’t let that up, so I nodded in agreement.
“Promise
I know my eyes widened with bewilderment.
Then he said the sweetest thing, “No more tears, Pix. Besides, it seems like Nana loves you. That’s all you need. So no more tears for people who aren’t worth the trouble. Okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I guess that was some repressed abandonment issues running wild.”
I turned away, trying to not let him see the effect he had on me. I lifted my bag on the table and pulled out my wallet.
“I can deal with repressed issues. I think. What are you doing? And don’t worry about it. Your tears don’t bother me.”
“Thanks Dax. I’m getting out my debit card so I can pay for my food.”
He sucked in a breath, and I looked up to see his jaw clicking tight in place. The softness in his face faded like quicksand. “Put that away. Now.”
“Uhm. Sorry. No. I pay my own way.”
“Are you really this difficult?”
“Difficult?” What was he talking about? This wasn’t a date! “This isn’t a date. I’m paying for my food. What’s the problem?”
“Women.”
He snatched my debit card out of my hand.
“Hey!”
He stood and walked over to the counter. What did he think he was doing? I shuffled out of the seat, snagged the check and made my way after him. Dax handed the guy an AMEX (figures), and I stood close to Dax, daring him to look at me. I stared him down, hoping to drill holes into his alpha ass.
Of course, he continued to ignore me. Like I was invisible.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Dax?”
“No.” His voice was tight, closed in so I had to lean forward to hear him.
The counter guy gave him the card slip and his card back. Dax signed and tipped the waitress-WTF-Twenty bucks? She was practically eye-fucking him the whole time we were sitting there. That’s totally rude. Way over twenty percent. Agh. I was a waitress and I knew I shouldn’t be such a hypocrite. I never eye-fucked a guy though or made sexual innuendos with them to get a bigger tip. That was just wrong. For me anyway. I honestly thought if you had it, flaunt it. But if the guy was on a date or with a girl, there was no trying to grab their attention.
Dax handed the paper back and walked out the entrance.
“Thanks!” I said to the counter guy and I ran out after Dax.
“Hey! Gimme back my damn card, asshat!”
He didn’t stop until he was leaning his-damn-hot, hard, tense and so-freaking-sexy body against the hood of my truck holding out his hand with the card flipped out towards me. Before I snatched it away, he pushed his arm in the air, taking the card out of my reach. I wasn’t playing this game. I wouldn’t be able to jump and grab it so I just stood there. Stared straight at him. Waited him out.
He put his other hand up and started counting. “One. No cussing at me. Two. Never take this,” he wagged the card side to side, “out while you are with me. Three. Nah. One and two are the only things I can think up for now. I’m sure there will be at least a few more. But since these are early days, we’ll stick with one and two for now.”
“What is this? A friendship with rules? That’s not right.”
“Have you had a real friendship before, Scarlet?”
Rolling my eyes, I said. “Maybe not a real one.”
“Ha. Three. Don’t roll your eyes at me. It’s rude.”
“Bite me.”
“Ha. Maybe later. And what other kind is there? Oh. Did you have imaginary friends?”
I play-punched his arm and laughed. “ Nooooo . I haven’t had those since I was a little girl playing with my teacups. But I have fictional ones.”
He just blinked like he was trying to think up something witty.
“Well, that’s a relief. I think. But, you understand? Number two is non-negotiable. You don’t pay while you’re with me. Okay?”
I knew he wouldn’t let that up, so I nodded in agreement.
“Promise
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