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Becca laughed at the compliment. "Thanks, Hunter. It hasn't been easy, but I'm learning a lot along the way. And having friends like you to help me out makes all the difference."
I smiled, my eyes warm and kind. "You know I'll always be here for you, Becca. No matter what."
As we pulled into the parking lot of the diner, I felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. There was electricity in the air. The sexual tension of people who had just discovered they might, in fact, find each other attractive. I got out of the car and hurried over to her door to pull it open.
“Welcome madame,” I said grandly with a flourish. Becca nodded at me, a superior look on her face as she marched past me. I banged the door shut and threw the keys to the valet.
Then I turned and followed Becca up to the restaurant door. Then we burst out laughing together.
“It’s a shame you can’t stay in character past two minutes,” I said to her, my voice taunting.
“I could say the same to you Hunter Cohen, now come on, I’m hungry.”
We were greeted by a friendly waitress who showed us to our booth. We settled into the chairs and waited while the waitress passed us our menu. Becca perused the menu, her eyes scanning the various options.
"I'm not sure what to get," she said indecisively. "Everything sounds so good."
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it all looks pretty delicious. But I think I'm going to go with the steak. I've been craving some good red meat lately."
Becca smiled. "That sounds like a great choice. I might go with the chicken, or maybe the fish. I'm not sure yet and I know what to blame when you die from a heart attack thirty years from now.”
“Becca! You’ve no right! Besides, you’re getting the chicken, it’s just as bad as the steak,” I said, a look of mock indignation on my face.
As we chatted and perused the menu, I felt a sense of relaxation and comfort settle over me. This was exactly what I needed after so long without a woman. Becca's easy nature and kind words had a way of soothing my soul and lifting my spirits.
We placed our orders with the waitress, and soon our meals arrived. Becca's chicken looked juicy and flavorful, and she savored each bite with pleasure. I watched her lips wrap around the fork and felt my hips tighten. I looked away fast and picked up the knife, cutting my steak. I stabbed a piece with my fork and ate it.
"This is amazing," I said, grinning at Becca. "You've got to try a bite."
Becca laughed. "Maybe I will if you're willing to share."
We ate silently, the sound of clinking forks and knives filling the air. Becca kept looking up at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, her brow creasing as though she was thinking of something important.
We cleared our meal and paid the bill before making our way back to my car. I didn’t want the night to end, not right then.
“Do you want to get some drinks at my place?” I asked softly when we were in the car. Outside the restaurant, a few guests were walking to their cars or waiting for the valets to bring them around. The air outside the window carried the slight tang of citrus. I wasn’t sure how, but I could smell the fruit in the air.
“You want to get me drunk? I’m a serious lightweight,” she said.
“A single shot won’t hurt,” I replied.
Becca stared at me for a long second, her eyes wide as they looked into mine. I stared back, unable to look away as the air went taut with sexual energy.
Then she leaned forward and placed her lips on mine, softly, like she didn’t want to rush things, but she wanted the kiss anyway.
I returned the kiss, my lips sucking at her plump lower lip. Then she pulled away and gave me a suggestive smirk.
“You don’t have to get me drunk for that, but yes, I’d love a shot. At your place,” she said softly.
I pulled away and just sat there before suddenly bursting into action and revving the engine.
“Nothing’ll happen tonight if you kill us both driving so fast,” Becca said, giggling when I threw her a look.
We made it back to the house in less time than I had ever taken. It took all my self-control to not start kissing her lips when we made it out of the car and up the driveway, but providing a show for my neighbors with voyeuristic tendencies was not on my bucket list of things to do this night.
I walked down to the door and pushed the key in as fast as I could, pushed the door open, and lifted Becca into my arms. She squealed and wrapped her hands around me as my footfalls came heavy and quick on the stairs.
I made my way to my room and immediately dropped her on my bed. Pressing down over her clothed body with mine. Then I fastened my lips to hers and resumed our kiss where we had left off.
