His eyes went heated for a long second before he looked away. When he looked back, he was once again in control.
“Do you want to eat dinner now?” he asked. “Was that enough of a dessert?”
I shrugged. “How about we order dinner, then, I can rethink dessert once I’m done.”
He winked, and I felt that in my heart, too.
Also, in other places.
Places that hadn’t been touched correctly ever.
“I’m not sure how you remain so skinny,” he admitted. “If I ate like you do, I’d be about five hundred pounds.”
I shrugged.
“I think I got my metabolism from my mom,” I admitted. “I can’t remember a time that she wasn’t skinny. Even when she was pregnant with me, she was skinny. Dad said that it took her forever to show, and even when she did, she was like this really skinny person with a perfectly shaped baby bump. Dad said she had abs when she was eight months pregnant.”
Banks shook his head. “That’s… not right.”
I snickered.
“I’m just hoping that this continues for me,” I admitted. “I mean, I can eat what I want, I look good in my clothes, and I don’t have to exercise to maintain this body. What more could a woman ask for?”
“Indeed,” he teased. “But one day you might not be that lucky.”
I knew it.
“I’ll worry about it if or when that day ever comes,” I said.
The waitress arrived after that, and I ordered a hamburger and pancakes.
I also ordered pie when I was done.Chapter 13Why do porn sites have a ‘share to Facebook’ button?
-Darby to Banks
Banks
It was amazing what one tiny woman could do.
But she was amazing.
“I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to just go around touching people you don’t know.” Candy was literally ripping the woman a new asshole. “First of all, it’s not nice. And second of all, it’s annoying. He should be able to go to a coffee shop and drink a goddamn cup of coffee without people wanting to grab his ass.” She leveled the young buckle bunny with a cold look. “Sexual harassment goes both ways, you know.”
The woman looked floored that she was being lectured for trying to grab my ass.
And I was happy as fuck that someone had thought to bring Candy here with me.
It was like night and day, her being around.
No longer did I worry about being molested in my trailer.
It was now day two. We’d arrived yesterday afternoon. We’d spent the night together—a blissful night where yes, we’d both slept on opposite sides of the bed, but still in the same bed.
From the moment we’d gotten up and gone outside, she’d been at my side.
We’d eaten breakfast, watched the morning’s events, and now we were at the youth part of the bull riding events. My first event would be later on this evening.
Candy had been a rock at my side, smiling and laughing with people, but also being sly enough to keep them at a distance.
‘Them’ being the women who would usually flock around me like moths to a flame.
I wasn’t one to boast about my popularity on the circuit.
I did pretty well for myself.
People liked and admired me.
I was an enigma to people.
I was so understated about my skillset and cool about helping people when needed, that more often than not people came to me for advice and I was more than willing to give it.
The only problem with that was that with popularity and the winnings, people—ladies—were more than willing to share—or force—their charms where they were unwanted.
And though some interest was okay, the kind of interest I was getting was tiring and downright annoying at times.
See, the rodeo circuit had decided that since I was a veteran and winning rodeos left and right now, that they were going to make me the ‘face’ of the rodeo.
A downhome boy, who suffered tragic loss as a teen, who then went on to join the military, win a Purple Heart, and come home only to join the rodeo that I’d loved so much as a kid.
Then the sponsors had started to come out of the woodworks, which happened to be what Candy and I were dealing with right now.
Though, since the trailer was too small for the sponsors and us, we were being forced to do the meetings at a public coffee shop in town where there were ladies galore who didn’t understand boundaries at all.
Which was where Candy had come in handy today.
At least until one not-so-caring lady had decided that she didn’t give a fuck if I looked like I was busy in a meeting, or that Candy was practically plastered to my side looking as if she really was my girlfriend instead of my pretend one.
Which led to now, with Candy letting her ire be known to the woman who’d come over, plopped her ass right down in the empty seat next to mine, and started petting my chest as if she knew me.