Free Web NovelChapter 134: Chapter 134 Blake.
I’ve got my keys in my hand and I’m rushing out the door as I send the last deposit for lunch to her Cash App. I have no idea where Piccola lives, but I know she goes to the same university Parker went to, and it’s small enough that I could possibly run into her. By accident, of course.
When I get to the main gate, I see the guard step out and wave at me. "Heading to Costco?" George asks, and I smile back.
"Not today. Have a good one." I say the last part hoping that I can speed this along. I know everyone thinks it a joke that I go there so much, but nobody is upset when I’ve got all the good snacks and paper towels.
It feels like it takes forever for the arm to rise before I’m able to get out on the main road. When I’m close to the university, I slow down and scan the sidewalks as I drive around the campus and to where most of the nearby restaurants are. Would Piccola treat herself with her extra money today or would she still go to the student union for cafeteria food?
Luck is on my side when I turn the corner and see her standing there in all her glory at the red light waiting to cross the street. I spot a parking space to the right so I grab it then hop out while keeping my eyes on her.
She’s far ahead, but I see when she ducks into the sandwich shop and I know I’ve got her. At least for now. Now all I have to do is convince her to come home with me so I can introduce her to my headboard.
"Dine in or carry out?" A woman at the door stops me, and I glance around to see if I find Piccola. "Sir?"
She’s sitting in the corner booth looking at her phone, but I see a drink in front of her.
"I see my girl," I say, and the hostess moves out of the way.
Without really knowing what else to do, I walk over and take the seat across from her. She looks up and then back to her phone before her head snaps up again and there’s total shock on her face.
"What are you doing here?" She looks around like the answer is somewhere behind her, but I just sit back and smile.
"Having lunch, you?" Just then the waitress comes over with a notepad and saves the day.
"What can I get you two?" She looks between us, and after a beat Piccola answers.
"The tuna melt with fries," she says, and I nod.
"I’ll have the same."
"He’s not eating with me," she tells the waitress, but I sit back in the seat and spread my arms over the back of the booth.
"Take your time on that order, will you?" I smile at the waitress and turn on the charm, and to my relief, it works. She blushes a little as she nods and turns away.
"It’s not fair you can get women to do what you want," Piccola grumbles.
"I couldn’t keep you from trying to ditch me at the wedding." I raise an eyebrow in challenge, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
She’s not in the tank top anymore, and it’s probably a good thing. If I had to stare at her tits right now, I’d probably come across the table and stuff my face in them. The oversized hoodie looks so fucking cute on her with her hair pulled up and her glasses on. It’s a transformation from earlier, but damn, I’m still hard for her.
"I wasn’t trying to ditch you." She can’t look at me as she says it and takes a sip of her drink.
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"Did you come looking for me?" Now she’s changing the subject. Sneaky.
"You tell me, little rabbit. Why would I do something like that?"
"Rabbit?"
"They like to run." I wink at her before I grab her drink and pull it across the table in front of me. "Sweet tea?" I drink from her straw, imagining her lips on mine, and then slide it back across the table to her.
"Does that make you a pig?"
"Do you like pigs?" I counter, and she huffs out a frustrated breath.
"No."
"Lying again, that’s two, little rabbit."
"Why are you keeping count?"
"Because I love the way you look when I’m getting under your skin." She rolls her eyes, and I try a new direction. "How has your day been so far?"
She relaxes her shoulders a bit, and I see a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Actually, it’s going pretty well now. That’s why I decided to get my favorite sandwich."
As if on cue, the waitress comes over and places both orders in front of us. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asks me.
"No, we’re good sharing," I tell her before Piccola has a chance to correct me.
"Are you going to tell me how you found me?" she asks once we’re alone again.
I finish chewing my food and take my time answering. "I was passing through and saw you." Okay, that’s mostly true. "Aren’t you happy to see me?" This time I slowly look her up and down. "Because I was very happy to see you."
"You know Parker is like a sister to me," she blurts out.
"I know, and Sam is my brother. What’s your point?"
"I’m going to be in their lives forever, so whatever you think should happen can’t happen."
My smile is slow, and after a second, she squirms in her seat. "What is it you think this is, little rabbit?"
"I just mean, we should be friends."
"I agree." I look down at her plate and see it’s untouched. "And you need to eat."
She huffs again before she starts to eat, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. I like teasing her and seeing her reactions, but mostly I want to ask her a million questions and find out everything about her.
"Come with me." Now it’s my turn to blurt out things that I probably should have kept to myself.
"I...um..." She looks at her phone and then back at me. "I’ve got plans."
"No you don’t." Her brows pull together and make the cutest little V between her eyes.
"How do you know?"
"Because your best friend and my brother are on their honeymoon, and neither of us has anyone else in our lives."
"That’s not true. I’ve got friends."
"What are their names?" I ask quickly, and she opens her mouth, then closes it quickly.
"Um, Lebron."
"So King James is a buddy, huh?" She snorts and then slaps a hand over her mouth to cover it, but it’s too late. "Don’t tell me you just snorted."
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This time when I laugh it feels so fucking good. It warms my entire chest, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so full. Not from the food, but from the woman sitting in front of me.
"It’s adorable." Glancing at her plate, I see she’s finished her food, and I throw some bills on the table. "Let’s go."
"Seriously, I’ve got homework and—"
"Have you ever been to Costco?" I interrupt, and the face she gives me is like I’ve asked her if she’s been to Mars.
