Page 168 of Bridesmaid Undercover
If there is a move being made, then I’m going to do the work.
Which means, we need food! Food is the universal way to see if someone is into you. Will they share with you?
Will they feed you?
If the answer is yes, they’re into you.
Food will give me my answer.
And it might not hurt to soak up some of this alcohol…
“Who’s hungry?”I announce to both Maple and Hardy as I walk up to them.
While I was piling dips on a plate, my phone buzzed several times in my pocket, letting me know that my sister was attempting to get in contact with me, but I refused to answer because I don’t need her help. I’ve got this.
When Hardy looks up at me, a lazy smile passes over his lips. “I could eat something. Let me go grab a plate and join you.”
“Oh, no need,” I say. “I piled a lot on this plate. We can share.” I glance at Maple and then quickly add, “If that’s okay with you, Maple. I mean, I can get another plate if you want. I have some meat on this plate, but I can make a pure vegetarian one.”
She smirks and stands from the couch. “I was actually about to make my own and grab some drinks. Should I bring over another round of Moscow mules?”
“I can grab them,” Hardy says as he attempts to stand, but Maple stops him again.
“Nope, I got it. Enjoy some food with Everly.”
“You sure?” he asks, and for a small moment, I fear the way he’s looking at her is a signal to not leave him alone with me. A crazy thought? Maybe, but he’s being adamant about helping. If anything, it adds a hit of insecurity to my plan, which is probably what I needed in the first place.
“Positive, I can grab the drinks. You two enjoy,” Maple replies, before taking off.
I glance down at Hardy and smile while holding up the plate. “You don’t have to eat with me. I can go over by Ken and Polly, have some dinner and a show.”
Hardy chuckles and pats the seat next to him. “Take a seat, Plum. You can have a dinner and a show from here too—might get a good look at some solid tongue action at this angle.”
“Ooo, and I thought I would have to pay extra for that.” I take a seat next to him and to my surprise, he drapes his arm over the back of the couch and turns toward me, bringing one leg up on the cushion.
Okay…okay…be cool.
This is body language, right? This is what Ember was talking about.
If I were to do the green line test…or is it red line? Either way, I can do the line test right now and the result would be positive and in my favor.
Approach with caution though, you are drunk. You don’t want to do something brash because he is slightly leaning toward you.
“Dip?” I ask, holding the plate between us.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he says as he picks up a cracker and dunks it into the buffalo chicken dip.
I watch him pop the entire cracker in his mouth and then get lost in the way his jaw moves back and forth as he chews.
And then the swallow…
Never been a neck girl, never even thought about the neck in a sexual way, but by God, seeing him take that food down…it catapults me into another world of lust.
I could watch him swallow for hours.
“Is there something on my face?”
I wish it was my lips.
