Page 75 of Taking the Pitch
Judd leans forward and whispers into my ear, “If you eat your sandwich like a good girl, I’ll let you have the other one later and maybe this time I’ll be the one feeding you.”
Shivers race down my spine and my lady bits perk up at the suggestion.
My phone pings, interrupting the moment between us, and I grab it and unlock the screen, reading the text.
Hazel
*picture*
My head whips up to Hazel. “Hazel Ann, you little shit.”
Hazel just cackles and moves to the register to take another order.
Judd tips his head to my phone. “What’d she do?”
Turning my phone screen to face him, he takes it, looking at the picture Hazel secretly took of Judd and I. I’m holding the scone he took a bite of in my hand still, looking at him with pink tinged cheeks and hunger that food won’t satisfy. He’s looking back at me with the same look and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. My phone pings again in his hand and he reads it before barking out a laugh and handing my phone back to me.
Charlie
Amelia Marie. You have some splainin’ to do.
Charlie
*GIF of Ricky Ricardo*
Charlie
Hazel you owe me, I’ll gladly take my payment in sugary sweets and coffee.
Hazel
Deal
I look up from my phone to see Hazel grab our sandwiches out of the oven. “Why do you owe Charlie?”
Setting our food in front of us, Hazel wipes her hands on a towel and gives me a cheeky grin. “She won the bet.”
“What bet?”
Hazel sighs. “Remember the bet we made last week? Well, from the looks of it,” Hazel says, gesturing to me, “Charlie won.”
“How did you know that?”
She points around my face. “You’re glowing.” She leans across the counter and lowers her voice. “Plus, you have beard burn on your neck and chest.”
I gasp and pull my shirt open, looking down at it. Sure enough red, splotchy marks cover my chest. How did I not notice when I was getting dressed this morning?
Because he fucked you senseless.
I look at Judd, whose shoulders are shaking from laughter. Backhanding his arm I say, “You could have said something.”
“But then everyone couldn’t see that you’re mine.”
“Gah, why is it so hot when a guy gets all possessive?” Hazel asks, fanning herself.
I roll my eyes.
“Roll your eyes again, Shortcake, and see what happens,” Judd whispers into my ear before placing a kiss on my temple. “I’m going to the restroom. Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone,” he says, giving me a wink and leaving the counter.
