“Even worse.” She frowns with an impressive amount of attitude.
“Okay, how about angel face?” The look of pure disdain that she levels me with has me chuckling. “Little demon?”
“Ew, that’s Addy’s thing, please never say that again.”
“Okay, fair.” I tilted my head in assessment of her. “Spitfire? Or, how about schnookems? Princess? Mmm, nah, you’re more queen energy, but that doesn’t really flow off the tongue.”
“You are truly insufferable.” She throws herself forward, her head landing in her hands, and the undertone of exhaustion is evident in her voice. I hate it, so I try harder to get one of her smiles, to see her relax.
“Work with me here, pookie.”
“Immediately no.” She sits up straighter and a full laugh leaves my throat. Finally, I see the tips of her lips lift. She’s fighting the smile, and determination grips me. I am addicted to those curvaceous lips and I want a smile.
Leaning forward, I lower my chin, looking into her stunning brown eyes and hitting her with a crooked smile. I drag my bottom lip through my teeth and lower my voice so it’s just for her.
“Well then, how about pretty pussy.” Her eyes snap to me before darting around the room. She leans closer to me, arms resting on the table, and her eyes finally make it back to mine.
“You have to be kidding with that one?” She shakes her head in disbelief, but I see the playfulness she tries to hide. She hates it and loves it at the same time.
“Sexy siren?”
“What?” she says through a laugh, her smile almost completely breaking through.
“With how loud you screamed my name, I’m surprised you didn’t lose your voice. Siren works, I was going to say boomer, but that just makes you sound old.” I make a point of lingering on every detail of her face, the way her lips curve, the way her thick brows angle down and make her eyes look fierce, the thick lashes darkening her eyes, and the four freckles under her left eye that are shaped like a star. Such a strange detail with the rest of her clear and smooth skin, but it almost makes it more beautiful. My fingers itch to touch her, to swipe a finger over them.
“That was almost a whole year ago, as if you even remember.” She sighs, pretending to be unaffected.
“Eight months, actually. And honeypot, the noises you made are seared into my memory for all of time.”
She can’t hide the way she squirms in her seat, no matter how hard she tries. The air feels a little thicker with my admission as I track the way her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip.
“Honeypot is a hard pass,” she breathes out through almost a smile.
“Plenty more where they came from. I thought about thunder throat, although perhaps not as tasteful. But the way you hummed around my cock that night nearly made me bust early.” I take in her flushed cheeks and fiery eyes, satisfied with how worked up she is.
“You promised?—”
“There was no offer for sex in there, pumpkin pie.” I lean back into the booth seating, an ankle crossed over my knee, resting an arm on the back of the seat and smoothing my tie down my stomach. “Why? Suddenly feel the need for release?”
She says nothing, only grunts and crosses her arms, the smile I almost got dropping.
“I’ll have a vodka martini.” She flicks her palm up to check her nails…or avoid eye contact, whatever narrative she believes. I dipped my head, unable to hold back the snicker as I head to the bar and order the drinks.
“Dirty martini for a dirty girl.” I slide the glass across to Rosie as I settle back into our booth with my whiskey.
“Okay, so I have an idea,” she starts, leaning forward.
I smile and mirror her posture. “I’m all ears, pretty girl.” She blinks rapidly, her eyebrows drawing in before she shakes her head.
“You can just call me by my name, you know.”
“Well how can I? I don’t even know your real name.” I smile devilishly.
On a grunt, she rolls her eyes and moves on with the conversation. “Anyway, my idea. Let’s have some fun with the singles of New York.”
“I’m in.” I swirl the whiskey in my glass before taking a quick drink.
“You don’t even know my idea.”
