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raspberries and put the whole spoonful in my mouth. Tears began to form in my eyes and my taste buds screamed at me to spit it out. I forced myself to swallow it and tears streamed down my face like a fountain. It was like I had eaten about a thousand sour lemons all at once.
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and I could see he was trying to contain his laughter. I punched his arm and grabbed his bowl from in front of him. I took a bite of his vanilla yogurt and closed my eyes when it hit my tongue. Sweet ecstasy.
He let out a huge belly laugh. "That was mean of me. I should have said something."
I punched him again, this time even harder. "You knew?"
"That lemon flavor here actually means lemon ? Yeah, I had a pretty good idea." He snickered a little and pulled his bowl back in front of him. He took a huge bite of his vanilla yogurt then pointed his spoon at me. "Vanilla, on the other hand, is usually pretty safe." He snickered again and scooped up another spoonful. This time, he held it out to me.
I leaned in and licked the bite from his spoon. The hyperactivity of my salivary glands was almost back to normal. I licked the ice cream from my lips. "You're awful." I pointed at him with my index finger. "And you will suffer for that."
He gave me a wicked grin. "You can think of a punishment for later. I'm sure you'll come up with something suitable." He took another bite of his dessert and looked down into his cup with a grin.
He shared the rest of his dessert with me and we left the restaurant. He took my hand into his and pulled me closer to him. He motioned with his head toward a store across the street. "Well, Miss Jones, have you ever been to a 100 Yen store?"
I bristled. I remembered giving him the fake last name when we had first met at the watercolor class. Even when someone didn't recognize my face, they always recognized my name. Or at least asked if I was that Jenna Davis.
I looked at him and wondered how much longer I could keep up the charade of not being that girl. Because Jenna Davis was still a girl, still doing only what her father had stamped and approved. The girl I was with him—Jen—she was in a foreign country, ready to give a kick-ass presentation to win a huge account for her company. And she was in the presence of the most beautiful man she had ever met.
He squeezed my hand, breaking my reverie. He looked down into my eyes. "You okay? I thought I lost you for a second."
I flicked my eyes up to his gaze, forcing a smile on my lips. "Is that like a dollar store?"
He nodded and grinned. "They're awesome. You have to check it out with me."
I nodded in agreement and we crossed the street to the store.
We walked in and it was insane. The colors and just sheer amount of stuff squeezed into the small space was incredible. He pulled me down an aisle and started showing me random crap. We got to the rather large tool selection and he pulled something from the shelf and put it in my hand. "Here, you need some pliers."
I turned the tool over in my hand. I was surprised at how heavy they were and by the high quality of the dollar store item. "What the hell am I supposed to do with pliers?" I handed the package back to him.
He shrugged and put it back on the shelf. "I don't know. Take them with you to your meeting tomorrow. You'll wow them with your ability to be ready for anything."
"With pliers? You're crazy." I saw the display of Hello Kitty stuff against a far wall and knew I had to get something for Mel. I knew she'd be able to get her own Hello Kitty crap while she was in Tokyo, but I had to get her something anyway.
Brandon saw where I was headed and lifted an eyebrow at me. He gave me a slow shake of disapproval with his head and he walked into another aisle. I could deal with his disappointment in me long enough to get some good, cheap Hello Kitty stuff. What girl didn't like the utter cuteness of Hello Kitty? I picked up a notebook and a package of colored pencils and
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and I could see he was trying to contain his laughter. I punched his arm and grabbed his bowl from in front of him. I took a bite of his vanilla yogurt and closed my eyes when it hit my tongue. Sweet ecstasy.
He let out a huge belly laugh. "That was mean of me. I should have said something."
I punched him again, this time even harder. "You knew?"
"That lemon flavor here actually means lemon ? Yeah, I had a pretty good idea." He snickered a little and pulled his bowl back in front of him. He took a huge bite of his vanilla yogurt then pointed his spoon at me. "Vanilla, on the other hand, is usually pretty safe." He snickered again and scooped up another spoonful. This time, he held it out to me.
I leaned in and licked the bite from his spoon. The hyperactivity of my salivary glands was almost back to normal. I licked the ice cream from my lips. "You're awful." I pointed at him with my index finger. "And you will suffer for that."
He gave me a wicked grin. "You can think of a punishment for later. I'm sure you'll come up with something suitable." He took another bite of his dessert and looked down into his cup with a grin.
He shared the rest of his dessert with me and we left the restaurant. He took my hand into his and pulled me closer to him. He motioned with his head toward a store across the street. "Well, Miss Jones, have you ever been to a 100 Yen store?"
I bristled. I remembered giving him the fake last name when we had first met at the watercolor class. Even when someone didn't recognize my face, they always recognized my name. Or at least asked if I was that Jenna Davis.
I looked at him and wondered how much longer I could keep up the charade of not being that girl. Because Jenna Davis was still a girl, still doing only what her father had stamped and approved. The girl I was with him—Jen—she was in a foreign country, ready to give a kick-ass presentation to win a huge account for her company. And she was in the presence of the most beautiful man she had ever met.
He squeezed my hand, breaking my reverie. He looked down into my eyes. "You okay? I thought I lost you for a second."
I flicked my eyes up to his gaze, forcing a smile on my lips. "Is that like a dollar store?"
He nodded and grinned. "They're awesome. You have to check it out with me."
I nodded in agreement and we crossed the street to the store.
We walked in and it was insane. The colors and just sheer amount of stuff squeezed into the small space was incredible. He pulled me down an aisle and started showing me random crap. We got to the rather large tool selection and he pulled something from the shelf and put it in my hand. "Here, you need some pliers."
I turned the tool over in my hand. I was surprised at how heavy they were and by the high quality of the dollar store item. "What the hell am I supposed to do with pliers?" I handed the package back to him.
He shrugged and put it back on the shelf. "I don't know. Take them with you to your meeting tomorrow. You'll wow them with your ability to be ready for anything."
"With pliers? You're crazy." I saw the display of Hello Kitty stuff against a far wall and knew I had to get something for Mel. I knew she'd be able to get her own Hello Kitty crap while she was in Tokyo, but I had to get her something anyway.
Brandon saw where I was headed and lifted an eyebrow at me. He gave me a slow shake of disapproval with his head and he walked into another aisle. I could deal with his disappointment in me long enough to get some good, cheap Hello Kitty stuff. What girl didn't like the utter cuteness of Hello Kitty? I picked up a notebook and a package of colored pencils and
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