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an echo, making it louder. Other patrons turned to look at me but I ignored them, attempting to breathe to calm my laugh.
“Mase! I can’t believe you did that! He barely even got two words in!”
He shrugged, then answered.
“Babe, he called me ‘ sir ’ when he’s clearly at least twice my age. He didn’t even look at you when he spoke, he looked at me. He looked down his nose at you when you asked for a cocktail, and he definitely thought he was better than you. You shouldn’t have to stand for that. I think I got my point across, and you’ll get the drink you want. Job done.”
Well when he put it like that...who was I to argue?
Doubt that I could have argued at the time anyway seeing as my brain my still processing the fact that he had addressed every point I thought about during the conversation...the ‘sir’ thing, the ‘not even acknowledging my existence’ thing and the ‘looking down at me’ thing. My exact thoughts, he had them too.
Damn.
Moments later, the waiter was back, he placed Mason’s drink on the table murmuring, “Your orange juice, sir.”
Then he looked at the remaining drink on his tray, took a deep breath and spoke to me, while handing me the drink.
“Your... screaming orgasm , miss.”
I pressed my lips together in an attempt to prevent yet another giggle at the waiter’s expense, but it was too difficult and I ended up snorting right in his face!
Oh...my...god! I snorted in his face!
He reared back quickly, huffed out a breath again , and left. Well, wasn’t that just the snap of the last shred of control I had. I roared with laughter, right in the middle of the classy restaurant. I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard.
It was awful! Tears were streaming down my face and I started panting, ju st trying to take in enough air.
Mase reached across the table and put his hand on my shoulder telling me to breathe, it was calming, so I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself.
Every pair of eyes in the place were on me, so I bit my lip and looked down, feeling slightly bad for probably embarrassing Mason with my outburst.
Did he care? Nope.
With my eyes still on the table, I muttered ‘sorry’ under my breath and figured Mason would probably suggest we go somewhere else or just never go out again.
That didn’t happen
I heard chuckling. A masculine rumble of a sound, sexy even. So I chanced a look up at him and watched him shake his head.
“Babe, don’t be sorry! It was fucking funny. Man, life ain’t ever gonna be borin’ when you’re around! Did you see that guy’s face when he said ‘screaming orgasm’! He’s probably never said those two words in his life. Uptight bastard. Only you would come to a place like this, and order a drink like that. Funny, so damn funny!”
I liked that. A lot. I liked that he didn’t care, and he clearly had my sense of humour. Still...
“But everyone is staring at us.” I pointed out.
“So let ‘em!” He shrugged, then added... “Probably the most action any of these pretentious fuckers have had in years.”
“You really don’t care?” I asked.
“Care? Sunshine...I’d pay to see that again. It was awesome!”
Well then. He didn’t care. I didn’t care. We waited for dinner.
I stopped when the food arrived and thought about what he’d said. I couldn’t help it. I had to know.
“Mase, why do you call me Sunshine?”
He paused, with his glass half way to his mouth, and put it back down. I watched as he ran his tongue across his teeth and then licked his bottom lip, looking almost nervous.
“Oh, um, no reason, it’s just a nickname.”
Lie. It was obvious.
“You’re lying. Why won’t you tell me?”
He sighed.
“So, that first morning after we met?” I nodded, trying really hard not to think about that morning, or the night before. “Well when I woke up, you were still asleep, but the sun was shining through the window, right across your face and you looked so peaceful, so
“Mase! I can’t believe you did that! He barely even got two words in!”
He shrugged, then answered.
“Babe, he called me ‘ sir ’ when he’s clearly at least twice my age. He didn’t even look at you when he spoke, he looked at me. He looked down his nose at you when you asked for a cocktail, and he definitely thought he was better than you. You shouldn’t have to stand for that. I think I got my point across, and you’ll get the drink you want. Job done.”
Well when he put it like that...who was I to argue?
Doubt that I could have argued at the time anyway seeing as my brain my still processing the fact that he had addressed every point I thought about during the conversation...the ‘sir’ thing, the ‘not even acknowledging my existence’ thing and the ‘looking down at me’ thing. My exact thoughts, he had them too.
Damn.
Moments later, the waiter was back, he placed Mason’s drink on the table murmuring, “Your orange juice, sir.”
Then he looked at the remaining drink on his tray, took a deep breath and spoke to me, while handing me the drink.
“Your... screaming orgasm , miss.”
I pressed my lips together in an attempt to prevent yet another giggle at the waiter’s expense, but it was too difficult and I ended up snorting right in his face!
Oh...my...god! I snorted in his face!
He reared back quickly, huffed out a breath again , and left. Well, wasn’t that just the snap of the last shred of control I had. I roared with laughter, right in the middle of the classy restaurant. I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard.
It was awful! Tears were streaming down my face and I started panting, ju st trying to take in enough air.
Mase reached across the table and put his hand on my shoulder telling me to breathe, it was calming, so I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself.
Every pair of eyes in the place were on me, so I bit my lip and looked down, feeling slightly bad for probably embarrassing Mason with my outburst.
Did he care? Nope.
With my eyes still on the table, I muttered ‘sorry’ under my breath and figured Mason would probably suggest we go somewhere else or just never go out again.
That didn’t happen
I heard chuckling. A masculine rumble of a sound, sexy even. So I chanced a look up at him and watched him shake his head.
“Babe, don’t be sorry! It was fucking funny. Man, life ain’t ever gonna be borin’ when you’re around! Did you see that guy’s face when he said ‘screaming orgasm’! He’s probably never said those two words in his life. Uptight bastard. Only you would come to a place like this, and order a drink like that. Funny, so damn funny!”
I liked that. A lot. I liked that he didn’t care, and he clearly had my sense of humour. Still...
“But everyone is staring at us.” I pointed out.
“So let ‘em!” He shrugged, then added... “Probably the most action any of these pretentious fuckers have had in years.”
“You really don’t care?” I asked.
“Care? Sunshine...I’d pay to see that again. It was awesome!”
Well then. He didn’t care. I didn’t care. We waited for dinner.
I stopped when the food arrived and thought about what he’d said. I couldn’t help it. I had to know.
“Mase, why do you call me Sunshine?”
He paused, with his glass half way to his mouth, and put it back down. I watched as he ran his tongue across his teeth and then licked his bottom lip, looking almost nervous.
“Oh, um, no reason, it’s just a nickname.”
Lie. It was obvious.
“You’re lying. Why won’t you tell me?”
He sighed.
“So, that first morning after we met?” I nodded, trying really hard not to think about that morning, or the night before. “Well when I woke up, you were still asleep, but the sun was shining through the window, right across your face and you looked so peaceful, so
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