Slim Jim and the Lotto Girl
"If you apologize one more time, Slim, I'm going to take a rusty spoon to your balls, we clear?" I hid my smile behind my menu. Lotto Girl sat across the table from me, her elbows propped on the slightly-greasy surface. I should have been perusing the diner's many choices, but couldn't seem to take my eyes of her. Any awkwardness I normally would have felt after she all-but extricated her breasts from my hands had evaporated in a cloud of humor.
"I was going to ask if you knew what you wanted." I'd attempted to steer her toward one of the fancier restaurants in the area, but once we were situated in her car, she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Slim, I all but grew up here," she teased as she grabbed a wad of napkins out of the holder, "I don't even have to order. As soon as they see me come in, they fire up the grill." I was slightly jealous of her. She belonged somewhere. I'd never felt that way…ever.
"What would you recommend, then?" I asked, clearing the tightness from my throat. Her eyes met mine for a moment before she snagged the plastic menu from my fingers.
"Let's see," she sighed as she flipped through the impressive choices. "The salads are good, but you look like you could use something hardier tonight. I think you should get the home-style meatloaf and we'll split the cheese and gravy fries." My stomach flipped at the thought of all that fat-laden meat working its way through my sensitive digestive system, but I couldn't bring myself to alert her to the delicate nature of my colon.
"Sounds like a plan," I relented with faux excitement. I snatched the menu out of her hand and laced our fingers together on the table. Her eyes widened at my forwardness, but her smile made my heart race.
Perhaps I didn't need Carlisle's guidance at all.
"You mean to tell me, you've never had cheese and gravy fries?" Bella gasped as the waitress settled a plate between us. I shook my head as I looked down at the monstrosity before me. Thick brown gravy covered the entire surface of the fries, allowing only peeks of the white cheese and golden brown of the fried potatoes that were hiding beneath. I wanted to vomit and dig in at the same time.
"There are several different ways you can approach this," she instructed as she pulled the platter closer to her. I watched as she grabbed a fork and slid half the food onto her waiting plate. "I usually just go at it with my fingers, but you have to be ready with either a napkin or your tongue to get the cheesy, gravy goodness off your fingers. Or, you can be a pussy and use a fork."
I had two options: either I use a fork, like I really, really wanted to, or rise above my discomfort and show her I wasn't afraid of a little mess. I took a deep breath and reached across the table, grabbing a slippery fry between my index finger and thumb. The gravy oozed between the ridges of my fingerprints and snuck beneath my fingernail. I could feel the congealed mass of cheese that coated the crispy fry as I raised it to my mouth. Lotto Girl's eyes followed my motions, her sweet lips parting as I popped the fry onto my tongue.
"Oh fuck," I moaned as the salty, rich flavor exploded against my taste buds. "That's really good."
"Told ya," Lotto Girl smirked as she grabbed her fork and shoveled a bite into her mouth.
"Hey," I mumbled as I wiped my fingers with a napkin, "I thought you said that was the pussy method."
"It is," she giggled, "I just wanted to see if you'd take the bait."
A/N: Update? Really? Sorry for the delay and the brevity of this chapter but I had a minute between packing and working and my homework and...life!
Today is the 10 week anniversary of the blind date that changed my life. We are closing on our new house *hopefully* black Friday. My sweet, sexy man is still as sweet and sexy as ever.
I hope you are all well and happy and heading into the holiday season with joy in your heart.
I love you all to pieces!