“Too blunt?” I raised a brow as the corner of my mouth lifted.
“No.” She cleared her throat and wiggled in her seat. My head cocked as I studied her. Though she may have been trying to hide it, I could literally smell her arousal. The pheromones she exuded were off the charts, and my dick jumped against the zipper of my jeans. If I thought for one second she’d be up for it, I’d say fuck the food and take her back to my place.
“Good.”
The food came, and we ate with small talk interspersed between bites.
“So I find it interesting that you have a female German shepherd.”
“Why?” she asked after washing her food down with more of her margarita.
“It’s just interesting. You have a female, I have a male. Do you intend to fix her?”
“I’d not planned on it. She has champion bloodlines.”
“So does Zaka,” I added.
“I’m aware.”
“Really?”
She cleared her throat. “Okay. Honesty?”
“Always.”
“It has always been a dream of mine to have a GSD, but my father would never allow me to have a dog. However, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider breeding Sasha to Zaka.” Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
“So it’s okay for our dogs to fuck, but not us?” I teased. She gasped and quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Her hand shot out and squeezed mine.
“Shh!” she whispered in dismay, but I barely heard her.
As I sat there in a bustling Mexican restaurant, I had a vision that would change the course of everything.