Page 18 of Mr. Delicious

Chapter 6

Adam

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Got her number, a hug, and a kiss all in the same day.

That was a lifetimes payment.Definitelya lifetime’s payment.

A great fantasy if nothing else. I could still feel her in my arms even though that hug happened hours ago.

I stayed for the day and worked my ass off. It was fun though.

I set things up too so there was enough staff. Of course, they were paid staff from my restaurant in town and not people looking for work experience like I’d told Wren.

I hated to lie but I got the feeling she was the kind of woman who didn’t accept help too often, and from the way she responded when I offered it I felt too, she was rarely offered help.

I finished the day with a one on one game of basketball with Chad.

Chad and I met in college. He played pro ball. We met on Thursday’s to catch up and shoot some hoops.

Of course, there was no way I could beat a pro baller.

I was good with my height and speed but had too much muscle.

That was my take on it anyway.

He was well versed on my Wren obsession and pleased with the update from today.

“I’m done man.” Chad leapt into the air and dunked the ball. “Fuck, you give me a run for my money every time. Why didn’t you play pro again?”

I laughed. “Thanks for the compliment bro.”

“It’s true. I’m actually out of breath.” Hewasbreathing hard.

We walked over to the bleachers and grabbed our towels. I was sweating like a pig. It was running off my body and I was pretty certain there was steam coming off my back.

He sat down on the bench trying to catch his breath. “Time to talk again anyway.”

“Nothing more to say.” I held my palms up.

He ran his fingers through his spiky blonde hair and laughed.

“There’s always more. What do you have up your sleeve oh friend of mine?” He chuckled, then downed the rest of the water in his bottle.

“Seriously, I got nothing.”

“You?” He looked at me in disbelief. “It’s a woman and you seriously have nothing?”

“Been awhile.” I confessed.

“In terms of what?” Again, the look of disbelief and a smirk.

His next question was going to be when I last had sex.

“Eight months ago.” I answered his silent question.

“Liar.”