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man or been spanked, but I really want to do both for this one. Shoot, who am I kidding? I would do anything he asked just to have his hands on me.
Lawson, the sexy jerk, gives me a shit-eating grin when he notices my discomfort before he says, “Your turn. What were you thinking about? The truth.”
I remain silent until he lifts his glass and takes a sip of orange juice, waiting for optimum timing. Then, I lay it all out there, less self-conscious now because I’m eager for a little revenge. “I was just imagining the size of the big, juicy…sausage I’d rather be swallowing for breakfast.”
I glance up just in time to see juice spray from Lawson’s mouth like a sprinkler, his hand trying to contain it and epically failing. Smiling triumphantly, I reach for the napkin wrapped around my silverware and dab at the front of my dress, even though I don’t think any of his orange rainbow actually landed on me. That’s when the first of my giggles escapes. It’s even funnier now because everyone in the restaurant is staring at the handsome man in front of me as he tries to mop up his spewed beverage, looking thoroughly ashamed.
“I can’t believe you said that,” he whispers and then chuckles when he peeks up at me while he continues to clean. I’m still giggling when the waitress places our food in front of us.
“Can I get you anything else?” the young, pretty woman asks.
“Actually,” I say to her without looking at Lawson, “Could we get a few more napkins, and is it too late to get a side of sausage?”
“Sure. Links or patties?” she asks.
“Oh, definitely links,” I say, and Lawson tries to cover his bark of laughter with a cough.
“You’re evil,” he tells me as soon as she walks away.
“You were persistent,” I reply with a shrug, now lifting my own juice to slowly sip on it so I don’t make the same mistake as him.
Leaning forward again on his elbows, Lawson whispers, “Is that really what you were thinking, or were you just…pulling my leg?”
“Ha!” I bark out a laugh at the terminology he used before I answer with my palm held up proudly in the air. “I swear on all that is holy – Jesús, my El Camino.”
“You’re hilarious,” he says with a shake of his head, grabbing the syrup and drizzling it over his pancakes. I’m unable to suppress the jealousy I have for that lucky, fluffy stack, wanting his syrup drizzled on me so he can lick it off.
“Thanks,” I reply to his compliment. “Most people just think I’m a dorky tomboy. Girls think I’m too rude, and the guys I date don’t think I act girly enough.”
“When you look like you do, you don’t have to act girly,” Lawson says absently as he cuts a triangle out of his pancake stack.
“Because it’s pointless to wear makeup or dress up since I’m a lost cause?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“No, because you don’t need any of that to prove your femininity. You’re beautiful and so sexy that you can act however you want.”
Several times in my lifetime I’ve wished my life was actually a sitcom so that I could hit rewind and watch certain moments over and over again, because they’re just too damn good to only happen once. Like the three times I won first place in the long jump my senior year of high school, or when I was the first person in my family to graduate from college and walk across that big stage at Madison University. And now, there’s the moment from ten seconds ago that I would like to relive --- the one where a man, who seems too good to be true, throws out the sweetest, most flattering thing anyone’s ever said to me.
Chapter Seven
Lawson
Fuck it. I give up.
Trying to act like I’m not attracted to Josie isn’t working, so I’ll go with the more direct approach and see how it turns out. She’ll either flirt with me, or she’ll give me the cold shoulder to show me she’s not interested. So far, though, she’s been flirting with me, giving back just as good
Lawson, the sexy jerk, gives me a shit-eating grin when he notices my discomfort before he says, “Your turn. What were you thinking about? The truth.”
I remain silent until he lifts his glass and takes a sip of orange juice, waiting for optimum timing. Then, I lay it all out there, less self-conscious now because I’m eager for a little revenge. “I was just imagining the size of the big, juicy…sausage I’d rather be swallowing for breakfast.”
I glance up just in time to see juice spray from Lawson’s mouth like a sprinkler, his hand trying to contain it and epically failing. Smiling triumphantly, I reach for the napkin wrapped around my silverware and dab at the front of my dress, even though I don’t think any of his orange rainbow actually landed on me. That’s when the first of my giggles escapes. It’s even funnier now because everyone in the restaurant is staring at the handsome man in front of me as he tries to mop up his spewed beverage, looking thoroughly ashamed.
“I can’t believe you said that,” he whispers and then chuckles when he peeks up at me while he continues to clean. I’m still giggling when the waitress places our food in front of us.
“Can I get you anything else?” the young, pretty woman asks.
“Actually,” I say to her without looking at Lawson, “Could we get a few more napkins, and is it too late to get a side of sausage?”
“Sure. Links or patties?” she asks.
“Oh, definitely links,” I say, and Lawson tries to cover his bark of laughter with a cough.
“You’re evil,” he tells me as soon as she walks away.
“You were persistent,” I reply with a shrug, now lifting my own juice to slowly sip on it so I don’t make the same mistake as him.
Leaning forward again on his elbows, Lawson whispers, “Is that really what you were thinking, or were you just…pulling my leg?”
“Ha!” I bark out a laugh at the terminology he used before I answer with my palm held up proudly in the air. “I swear on all that is holy – Jesús, my El Camino.”
“You’re hilarious,” he says with a shake of his head, grabbing the syrup and drizzling it over his pancakes. I’m unable to suppress the jealousy I have for that lucky, fluffy stack, wanting his syrup drizzled on me so he can lick it off.
“Thanks,” I reply to his compliment. “Most people just think I’m a dorky tomboy. Girls think I’m too rude, and the guys I date don’t think I act girly enough.”
“When you look like you do, you don’t have to act girly,” Lawson says absently as he cuts a triangle out of his pancake stack.
“Because it’s pointless to wear makeup or dress up since I’m a lost cause?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“No, because you don’t need any of that to prove your femininity. You’re beautiful and so sexy that you can act however you want.”
Several times in my lifetime I’ve wished my life was actually a sitcom so that I could hit rewind and watch certain moments over and over again, because they’re just too damn good to only happen once. Like the three times I won first place in the long jump my senior year of high school, or when I was the first person in my family to graduate from college and walk across that big stage at Madison University. And now, there’s the moment from ten seconds ago that I would like to relive --- the one where a man, who seems too good to be true, throws out the sweetest, most flattering thing anyone’s ever said to me.
Chapter Seven
Lawson
Fuck it. I give up.
Trying to act like I’m not attracted to Josie isn’t working, so I’ll go with the more direct approach and see how it turns out. She’ll either flirt with me, or she’ll give me the cold shoulder to show me she’s not interested. So far, though, she’s been flirting with me, giving back just as good
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