The restaurant was nicer than anything I had been to since coming to Salt Lake City, with white tablecloths and a gentleman playing the piano in one corner. The menu didn’t list the prices, which meant it was probably more expensive than I wanted to know.
“What looks good to you?” Luke asked.
I scanned the small menu for the ninth time. “Honestly, I’m not sure…”
“This is the nicest restaurant in town,” he said. “Dallas recommended it to me.”
“It’s wonderful,” I said.
A server walked by with a tray full of meals for the table next to ours. I frowned when I saw the serving sizes. The salmon, which probably cost more than my rent back in Los Angeles, was about the size of a silver dollar. The pasta dish had five or six pitiful pieces of rigatoni. There was more flourish in the presentation of the meals rather than the food itself. My stomach rumbled unhappily.
As I nibbled on a piece of bread, one of the servers immediately appeared at my side and began scraping the crumbs off the tablecloth with a metal utensil. I ate my next piece more carefully, but he was quickly there again to scoop away the two specks that were now marring the perfect white cloth. Luke watched this, then leaned across the table toward me.
“Hey. Let’s get out of here and go somewhere more chill.”
“Oh thank God,” I breathed.
We left theClay Pigeonand wandered two blocks, arm in arm and snuggling close to banish the November chill in the air. We hopped into the first casual place we came across, theCopper Diner,not caring that we stuck out in our fancy clothes. I ordered a cheeseburger with a double helping of fries, and Luke grinned and said, “I’ll have the same. With a vanilla milkshake.”
The food was greasy and plentiful and extremely satisfying. “This was exactly what I wanted,” I said around a mouthful of fries.
“You mean you didn’t want to pay a hundred dollars for a fingernail-sized piece of steak?”
“I wasn’t going to pay for anything, mister fancy NFL star,” I replied. “But no. God, no. Give me a real plate of food any day.”
Luke smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I like you?”
“I’m a likable girl.”
“What was that? I couldn’t understand you with your mouth full of cheeseburger.”
I made a face at him, and he laughed harder.
When we got home, Luke immediately led me into his bedroom and kissed me tenderly. He ran his hands over my body slowly, like he was examining every inch of me. Then we made love slowly, with Luke barely moving his cock at all once he was inside of me. It was nice to relax and take our time, making out and simply enjoying the act of being in each other’s arms. Eventually his thumb found its way down to my clit, and he rubbed it in a circle while gently sliding in and out of me. The soft bedroom light gave me a wonderful view of every line of his chiseled muscles as he drove into me, slowly picking up speed. By the time Luke eventually came, I had tallied three orgasms of my own under his skilled touch.
“A girl could get used to this,” I said while cuddling against his body afterward.
“This is your reward for keeping me alive,” he replied. “If I get shot or stabbed, then the orgasms stop.”
“Well, shit. I guess now I have to start trying my best to protect you.”
The next morning, I left the apartment to make my rounds around the building. On the way back, I ran into Lexi. She looked like she was about to go for an early-morning jog, but she still had on a face full of makeup.
“Morning,” I said with a polite nod. “It’s chilly out there, if you’re going for a run.”
“I like it,” she said cheerfully. “I sweat less.”
I felt strangely jealous seeing her, and couldn’t resist the urge to say, “Probably a good thing. That way your mascara doesn’t run.”
The jab went right over her head. She gave me a grateful smile and said, “Aw, thanks for noticing. I wish I had your courage. To go outside without even putting foundation on… Wow. You are such a modern woman.”
I gritted my teeth. “Have a great day, Lexi.”
Before I could continue on, she blocked my path in the hall. “Is Luke okay?”
“As far as I know.”
“It’s just that, I thought we had a really good date,” she said. “But whenever I text Luke about going out again, he makes up some excuse. Is he really busy with, like, football and stuff?”