Page 5 of Her Noble Protector
“Perfect. Do you need time to look over the menu, or do you know what you want?” the cashier asked.
“Can I get two wing combos with fries and tropical lemonades? With my meal, can I get a side of hot honey glaze? Then can you make one of the tropical lemonades infused, please?” Sunni turned to look at me. Her gaze was intense.
I raised an eyebrow to silently ask her what she wanted.
“Do you do edibles, or do you want regular lemonade?”
My eyebrows knitted together. “You’re ordering me food?”
She laughed. “Duh. You’ve had a long morning. It would be rude for me to eat without feeding you too. I just don’t know if you could handle the infused items they make here.”
I shook my head. “Nah. Don’t worry about me. I’m good.”
She rolled her eyes and returned her attention back to the cashier. “Yeah, girl. I hate when men make things difficult. Anyway, make one drink infused and the other regular. He’s gonna eat too. I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling. Somebody that damn big ain’t gon’ skip a meal.”
The cashier snickered as she completed the order. “Is this for here or to go?”
“We’re dining in.”
“Got it.”
“Thank you, beautiful.” Sunni tapped her card on the reader. The cashier printed the receipt. Sunni walked down the line to get her drinks, and a few moments later, her order number was called.
She reached for the trays, but I stepped in to carry them to the table for her. Even though I didn’t want to be here, I would still be a gentleman in her presence. There was no way I would let her carry two trays of food over to the table.
I placed her food in front of her and made sure I had a clear view of the entrance before I sat down. I didn’t relax fully. Ineeded to be on my shit. Underestimating a bounty was a recipe for disaster.
She took a large gulp of her lemonade and grinned. “Yep. Fruity and sour like I like it. You can’t even taste the marijuana infusion.”
I eyed her curiously before my eyes trailed down to the plate in front of me. I was hungry as hell, and the aroma of the fried chicken and crinkle cut, seasoned fries made my stomach roar with anticipation.
“Eat your food. I’m sure whoever is after me is also on a lunch break. Plus, you need your energy up for the evening festivities.” Sunni tore the drum apart from the flat and dipped it in a dark brown, sticky substance. She sucked the meat off the bones as I watched her intently.
“What do you mean evening festivities?” I asked as I tossed a couple of fries into my mouth.
She grinned, showing me all of her perfect white teeth. I noticed she had a piercing in her mouth above her two front teeth. I believe they classified it as a smiley piercing. The piercing and her dark freckles were attractive as hell to me, but I had to remain focused on the job at hand.
“Me and the girls are going out tonight.”
I let out a breath and nodded. She was right. I would need all my strength to keep up with her and her friends while they were drunk and inebriated at a club.
“Wonderful.”
“Now, let me know how good your wings are. One thing I love about Bower’s Brews is that you can get a mix of everything, no matter the time of day. Their breakfast menu is delicious as hell too. But my favorite is definitely the wings.” Sunni talked about the food as she ate. She could talk the ears off an elephant.
I bit into the wings and nodded my approval. She grinned and finally quieted down for us to enjoy lunch peacefully.
Every few moments, I’d look around the area to make sure no one was lurking or being suspicious. My eyes would glance out into the parking lot and the entrance as well. Even though I wore regular everyday clothes, I had two guns tucked and loaded and ready for whatever. I also had a couple of knives hidden as well.
Since I was a teenager, I’d lived an action-packed life. From hustling dime bags of weed to catching my first body, the streets built me for the lifestyle. I grew up in foster care because my parents were too young to care for me. Some kids could make it out of the system and live happy lives . . . I wasn’t one of them. It only took one bullying adult to show me I couldn’t trust anyone.
I made my choice to be a bodyguard well before my nuts dropped. It started with me protecting myself from the predators in the foster care system to protecting myself from the gangsters and criminals in the streets. If it weren’t for a kindhearted OG, I probably would’ve been dead before my eighteenth birthday.
“How old are you?” Sunni asked, bringing me back to the present.
I raised an eyebrow as I wiped my hands on the napkins on the table. “What?”
“How old are you? I feel like you know everything about my life, and I know nothing about you.”
