His grin widened. “No problem.” He stepped back quickly and signaled to a young girl who had just filled coffees for the table closest to us. “Amber, last booth. Now.” And then to us he said with a huge smile. “Follow me, Mr. Lancaster.”
“Wow,” Georgia muttered, rolling her eyes. “Is that all it takes?”
I settled my hand in the small of her back and pushed her forward, leaning down so I could whisper in her ear—and catch a whiff of that summery smell that I was fast becoming addicted to. “You want to eat don’t you?”
Our host, who introduced himself as Eli, gave us each a menu and grinned. “I think the Flyers are going all the way with you this season. I’m telling you a lot of fans jumped for joy the day your trade was announced.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Georgia leaned her elbows onto the table and glanced up at Eli, her eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
He looked down at her as if she was crazy and pointed at me. “Ben Lancaster is without a doubt the finest center in the NHL. Hell, even Crosby can’t touch him. Lancaster’s hands are magic.”
“Ben?” Her nose wrinkled in this way that nearly made me lose my mind. Her eyes sparkled and that fucking tongue was sweeping across her lower lip as she frowned. “You told me your name was Jack.”
“Did I?” I asked, wondering where she was going with this.
She nodded. “Isn’t that what you said last night when you picked me up on the corner of John and New Street.”
By the uncomfortable look on Eli’s face, I was gonna go with the guess that John and New Street was where guys trolled for prostitutes.
She leaned forward and ran her forefinger along the top of my hand and damn if my stomach muscles didn’t clench. “Don’t worry about it, Jack, I’ll call you whatever you want me to.”
Eli cleared his throat and backed away. “Okay, so Amber will be by to take your order and ah, if you don’t mind, I have a couple things I,” he paused, his gaze dropping to Georgia’s finger as it slowly moved back and forth across me. I couldn’t blame the guy, my eyes were pretty much fixated on the same thing.
“Yeah, I’ll sign whatever you want. Give us five minutes okay?”
Eli disappeared and Georgia’s smile widened. “So that was awkward,” she said slowly. “For Eli.”
“You’re a trouble maker.”
“You have no idea,” she answered leaning back in her chair and withdrawing her finger from my hand.
“This isn’t good.” I shook my head and tried to keep the grin off my face. “Words going to get out that Ben Lancaster has to pay for pussy. I can’t have that.”
“Who says you were paying for pussy?” Her eyes widened and so did her smile. “I could let it slip to Eli that I’m a tranny.”
“A what?”
She licked her lips again and I had to concentrate hard to understand what the hell she was saying. “A transvestite.”
“You wouldn’t”
“Wouldn’t I?” She said slowly. “What are you going to do to stop me, Jack.”
“I can think of a lot of things.”
“Really.”
I leaned forward, liking the heat between us and the way her skin flushed to peaches and cream. “But first I’m going to make you pay. That little stunt will probably cost me millions in endorsements.”
Her pupils were dilated and that damn tongue peeked out from between her lips. “Hmm, I’d say trolling for pussy could hurt you a little bit, but if word got out you were trolling for dick,” she shrugged, her smile sly and it took everything inside me to not jump across the table and kiss her.
“Um, are you guys ready to order?”
We both glanced up at Amber and I slowly slid back into my seat. Once again my cock was hard and the reason for it grinned at me as if she knew.
She winked and then licked her lips.
I’m betting she knew.
After we ordered, and I’d taken a moment to calm the parts of me that needed calming, I exhaled and said the thing I should have said at the top of the Rocky steps.