“Yep.” I nodded and glanced at the waitress coming with our food. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Even if you weren’t going to fuck my brains out, I’d still want to spend this time with you. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and eat your food.”
Stone lifted an eyebrow and I winked at him.
“You’re something else.”
“I know. I’m a handful.”
“But I can handle it.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“And as my woman, you ain’t got to ask for shit before you get it, Selle.”
I shifted in my seat. A smile took over my face. I shook my head. Then I shoved food into my mouth so I didn’t have to awkwardly stare at him while I thought about all the ways I wanted to suck this man’s soul out of his dick.
I hated how easy it was for men to lie and how easy it was for me to fucking buy it.
Stone didn’t force me to tell him why I was looking at him. Instead he just took a bite of his food and we ate in silence for a little bit before I checked my phone and he took the opportunity to check his as well.
When we finished, Stone took out his wallet and I watched while he yanked out crumpled up bills. I slid cash out of my purse and slapped it onto the table first.
“You’re not paying for my meal,” he said.
“This is the extra money I got for staying a little late. This isn’t a part of my payout or tips, Stone. It’s basically dinner on the bar.”
“Jiselle—”
I cut him off. “If you pick that money up, I’m not fucking you,” I threatened.
“You said you were a sure thing.” He wagged his eyebrows, a soft smile touching his lips.
“Well, I changed my mind.” I rolled my neck and crossed my arms.
“I’m fine with that.” Stone grabbed his cash, set it on the table, and slid mine back toward me.
I exhaled.
“If you pay for the meal, I’ll feel like I’m fucking you for pancakes instead of because I want to,” I admitted. “Can you just let me pay? If we hang out again, you can pay and the initialfucking and possibility for it to seem like a transaction is done with.”
“You manipulating me or what?” he asked seriously.
It was almost uncanny how good he was at reading me because I was actually lying through my fucking teeth. I slept with whoever I wanted whenever I wanted, but judging by his wallet, Stone didn’t need to be throwing away money for dinner he hadn’t even wanted in the first place and had been peer pressured into.
“Why would I lie to you about what I want to do with my pussy?” I asked.
“You’re right.” Stone grabbed his money and shoved it back into his wallet. “But we’re going on an actual date and I’m going to pay.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he echoed.
We got the check, paid, and headed back to his truck.
“You still feeling lightheaded and dizzy?” Stone teased.