Trent sits in his chair, and I grab my own.
I see Keanu laughing from his seat at Trent’s lack of chivalry.Jerk. But I can’t help the few laughs that fall from my lips in response to him.
Trent looks up to me but says nothing about my giggling.
“How did I get to have dinner with the sexiest girl in the world?” He has no shame as his eyes fall to my chest and trail back up, winking at me.
Thank God we are finally sitting down. I can’t take much more of this.
If you think I showed up to this dinner without a plan, you thought wrong. And you must not know me at all.
I fake laugh at him before my face falls into seriousness. “Look,babe, I don’t have time for all thisreallyenjoyable banter. This can go one of two ways. The choice is yours.”
Getting way too much happiness from watching his smile slowly fall, I continue, “One, we sit here, eat dinner, and pretend we’re having a good time. Then, when we walk out of this restaurant, we get a few pictures taken, go our separate ways, and you tell your team you had a great time and will be seeing me again. You get the fame of dating me and I get the happiness of not actually having to touch you. Hell, you can even say I let you feel me up. Which will not be happening—ever, in case that wasn’t clear.”
His ego is battling with his logic to come out and play. “The second option?”
My smile oozes venom. “Oroption two, you tell everyone about this conversation, and I’ll slander your name so bad with what I have on you that you will never reach the NFL because of all the scandals.”
He laughs. He actually laughs.
Keanu stiffens in his chair behind him, but with one look from me, he settles down.
“And if I don’t want any of those options?” he asks, sitting up in his chair and clasping his hands in front of him on the table. It’s so cute that he thinks he has any leverage.
I sit up, lock eyes with him, and chuckle. “Like you have a choice.”
His eyes squint, and he opens his mouth right as the waiter approaches.
“How are you doing tonight, Miss Chambers?” the familiar waiter asks.
“I am doing well. I will have water. And we will both have the special tonight.” I smile and then look at Trent.
“I’ll also have water,” he clips out, obviously hating that I ordered for him, but he didn’t object. What a good boy.
The waiter takes our order and walks off, leaving Trent and me to our titillating conversation.
I changed my mind about letting him pay. I’d rather hit his ego again. But I’ll sit with this one for a minute.
“What do you say, Trent—one or two?” I tap my fingers on the table.
There is a storm brewing in his eyes. “It looks like I don’t have a choice, you psycho bitch. Although I would love to see what you think you have on me.” He studies me for a moment before saying, “I don’t know why the hell Callum is so hung up onyou.”
The mention of Callum stings more than I was ready for.
I close my eyes at the pain, no longer than a blink to not show weakness. “Good choice.”
The waiter arrives minutes later with our drinks and our meal—prime rib. The nice perk about ordering the special is that they always have it ready, or it takes much less time.
“Thank you so much.” I thank our waiter before he walks off.
Thankfully, Trent starts eating, and words stop coming out of his damn mouth. I eat in peace, as do Keanu and Max at their table.
By the time we finish our delicious meal, I am in a much better mood, as I always am when I get done eating.
Our waiter comes back when Trent is in the restroom, and I have him add it to my tab.
Trent pulls out his wallet when he walks back up to the table.
