“Well, shit. He’s actually here.” Even if he had spent the past two days texting me pictures of birds, I’d figured there was at least a fifty-fifty shot of him blowing me off. “It’s just a date with an insane stalker. What can go wrong?”
My brain started very helpfully making a list, but I did my best to ignore it as I parked and climbed out of the car. I’d left enough room that he couldn’t key my car too easily if I refused to give him a blow job in the bathroom if things went wrong, but I wasn’t too far away.
Fuck.
He smiled.
How was he actually happy to see me?
I couldn’t help frowning at him, which just made his smile wider.
Insane people were so confusing.
“You’re here, my Queen.” His stupid greeting had me trying not to smile. “I was worried my pretty birdie would fly the coop.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked over, making sure to put just enough sway in my hips to draw his eye. “You are definitely the drama queen here.”
He played dumb, his hand clutching at his chest. “Me? Never. That is definitely your job in this fascinating relationship and I would never steal the role you were born to play.”
Since when had this become a relationship?
“I think you’re mixing your metaphors, Brass Man.” Ignoring his stupid grin, I glanced toward the nice French restaurant he’d picked out. “If I’m going to wade through ridiculous comments like that, I need food first.”
Nearly giggling, he held his elbow out again and raised one eyebrow. “Unless this counts as improper?”
Rolling my eyes, I looped my hand through his arm. “Not unless we jumped back about a hundred years ago, and then we’ve got bigger problems.”
Nothing could get that ridiculous smile off his face. “I’m trying to decide if telling you how sweet you’d look in one of those old-fashioned dresses would break theno tempting you to throw shit at melimit.”
“How about we not risk it?” Ignoring his snicker, I shot him a glare as we walked toward the door. “Besides, the only dress I’d look good in would be one of the ones flappers wore. Those were meant for mile-long legs. This body was not meant for prairie dresses.”
That would just be tragic.
“Oh, pretty bird, you’d look good in anything.” The heat in his voice had my dick wanting to beg for attention again, but since he was the reason we were in this mess to begin with, I ignored him…and I ignored his sexy insanity.
“You give very good lines of bullshit.” Too good.
So good I wanted to believe him.
God, I was never going to listen to my dick again…what had we been thinking?
Oh, nothing.
That’d definitely been the problem.
Chapter 5
Ben
Those legs and that dress…
Even with the distractions of going into the restaurant and getting seated, I couldn’t get the image of him in a flapper dress out of my head. “You’re very distracting, birdie.”
He rolled his eyes as he took a drink of water, but the carefully choregraphed way he moved said I was getting to him. “You’re insane, and let’s face it, easily distracted in general.”
Before I could agree with him in this case, he stretched out one leg under the table and used his heel to caress up the side of my leg. I couldn’t help the way my whole body tensed and reacted. My fascination had touched me of his own free will and music wasn’t in any way involved.
Raising one eyebrow as he pulled his leg back, he looked beautifully smug. “See?”
