Page 67 of How to Deal
God, really, Amalie? Fucking really? At a nice establishment like this, you decide to have word vomit.
One eyebrow cocks, and there’s a glimmer of amusement in hit entrancing eyes. “I bet it is,” Tathan says, through laughs.
I hang my head in shame. “I meant to sayPicanha. It’s good.”
“It is,” he agrees, resting his elbows on the table and leaning in. “Say pussy again.”
“No. Shut up, we’re eating.”
“But if you keepthatup, and the moaning, I’m going to test out the sturdiness of this table. Fuck the eating. I’ll eat—”
“Stop. It.” I gasp at his words, though I’m not surprised by them. This boy is dirty.
He shifts in the wooden chair, smiling down at me with a light laughter and changes the subject. “I’m surprised you’ve never been here before. Bryan and Casey were talking about it at their engagement session.”
“They go out to eat a lot.” I shrug, reaching for my wine. “I don’t. I have no life and have a dog.”
“I really need to get on that dog’s good side.” Tathan laughs, remembering Oliver’s hatred toward him.
“He likes roses.”
“Hmmm.” He gives me a smile, eyes twinkling so bright they make me smile. “I’ll consider that.”
