I couldn’t help but wonder what Morgan would be like as a lover. Would she be a shy, inexperienced lover? Maybe she was a devil in bed and could teach me a thing or two. No fucking way. Not Morgan. And truth be told, I was leaning on the side of hoping she was shy and would need me to teach her a few things.
Clearing my throat, I focused back on the menu. Nash would cut my balls off if he knew what I was thinking about.
“I know what I’m getting. You?” Morgan asked, setting her menu down and snapping me out of my dirty thoughts. I already knew what I was getting. The same thing I always got when I came here.
“Yeah, I know.”
My voice sounded strained, and I took a long drink of water to cool myself after I had let my thoughts go wild.
The waitress came over and looked at Morgan first.
“Know what you want, sweetheart?”
“I do. I most certainly do.”
My eyes lifted to see her staring at me again. My throat bobbed as I attempted to swallow when she pulled that lower lip between her lips and bit down on it.
Is she flirting with me?
The idea of it nearly made me laugh. No freaking way.
She ordered, but I didn’t hear a damn thing she said.
“And for you, handsome?” the waitress asked.
Clearing my throat yet again, I pushed aside the idea that Morgan was coming on to me. “Yeah, I’ll take the Mag Scramble.”
Morgan giggled. “You’re ordering the same thing as me?”
The waitress took my menu and headed toward the kitchen. “It’s my favorite thing on the menu.”
“Same here.”
“We have good taste,” I replied, flashing her a grin. When her smile turned into something more purposeful, I glanced around the restaurant.
“Blake, I have a proposition for you.”
“What’s that?” I asked, glancing at the boxer lying under the table outside on the patio.
Maybe I should get a dog. I could see myself with a dog. Someone to hang out with. A running partner. A warm body to snuggle up to at night.
Snuggle up to at night? Jesus, what is happening to me?
“It’s a onetime, no-strings-attached kind of thing.”
That piqued my interest as I looked her directly in the eyes.
“Okay, is it a party or something you need a date for?”
The corner of her mouth rose slightly. “We could make it a party . . . for two.”
Drawing in my brows, I let out a confused chuckle. “What?”
She leaned in, letting her tits sit all nice and pretty on the table as if they were on display.
Eyes, Blake. Stay focused on her eyes.
Then she said the word. The magical word that had my entire body coming to her full attention.