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“No, I want to spend more time with you, but I don’t want you to think that I’m using you.”
“I don’t think you’re using me and I’m sorry if made you feel that way.”
She gave me a faint smile, but I took it as her acceptance.
“You called me Goldie.”
“Did you not like that?”
“No, I did. I like it when you call me Goldie and . . . little one,” she added.
“I like it too,” I said, as I kissed her knuckles again. “How about some more M&M’s?”
“Aren’t we going to ruin our appetites?”
I gave her a smirk and said, “No amount of candied peanuts is going to ruin my appetite.” I squeezed her hips, causing her to roll her eyes.
“Honestly, you’re so much better than that.”
“Can’t a guy have a cheese-dick line everyone once in a while?”
“Yes, they can, but you aren’t any ordinary guy. I hold you to a higher standard.”
“And why is that?” I asked, as I pushed a stray hair behind her ear, taking in her gorgeous eyes that were full of life.
“Because, no ordinary guy would pluck a girl like me off the streets, give her a place to live, food to eat, and the opportunity of a lifetime to make something of myself.” She leaned down and gently placed a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”
Captured by the abnormality of the situation, and the way she looked at me as if I was her savior, I nodded and said, “It’s been my pleasure, little one.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
“Falling Slowly”
GOLDIE / LO
“Never in my life have I seen a woman devour an entire plate of raw oysters before. I must say, I’m impressed,” Jett said, leaning back in his chair and eying me up and down.
I licked my fingers and said, “That’s because you’ve been hanging out with wafer-thin blondes for far too long.”
Jett chuckled. “I didn’t know the color of hair on a woman depicted their eating habits.”
I leaned over and patted Jett on the cheek, “Oh how little you know, dear sir.”
I pulled out the napkin I’d shoved down the front of my dress as a bib and wiped my mouth before crumpling it and throwing it down on my plate.
Jett just shook his head and said, “Quite the lady you are.”
“Hey, just be happy I’m not picking my damn teeth with my fork right now.”
Jett gestured with his arm, “By all means, pick away. It would go right along with your napkin fashion statement.”
“Why Jett Colby, you are truly showing your inner snob right now, and it’s not the least bit flattering.”
A brief flash of pain crossed his face. I was about to say I was only kidding when he waved his hand for the check and pulled out his phone. “I need to make a call, I’ll be back.”
At that moment, I was jolted out of the infatuation haze that I had been in ever since I saw Jett leaning against his car back at the house. I wondered if I’d said something wrong, if my comment actually hurt him. I was only kidding, but clearly he didn’t get it with the way he fled the table, as if I had dragon breath and he couldn’t stand to be around me anymore.
Questioning the post-oyster state of my breath, I cautiously blew into my hand and took a quick sniff. Not minty fresh, but not a fish mouth either. Alright, couldn’t be the breath. I pulled out my compact and took a look at my face and didn’t find any stray boogers or eye goops.
