"On a scale of hmph to ohmigod?" Jill murmured, turning away from Newton.
"Ohmif**kinggod," Eilene replied just as softly.
"I'm right here," Newton said, trying to sound offended. "Feeling marginalized."
"Go on feeling that way," Jill said. "Girl talk. Ignore."
Chuckling, Newton started on his meal. He was delighted Eilene had been looking.
"So, is he all talk?" Jill asked.
"I haven't sampled the goods, yet. But the eye candy is extremely appealing. And the package, more than a little enticing."
Newton nearly choked on his orange juice. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, you know you're juicy," Jill said.
"Do women always talk this way?" He sounded truly shocked.
"Yes," they chorused.
"Good to know."
"I expect a full performance evaluation," Jill said. "Because this—" she swirled her hand, indicating Newton. "This needs to be sampled—repeatedly. Just to be sure."
Someone called Jill, so she walked away.
"Will you, really?" Newton looked worried.
"Will I what?"
"Tell her—after we...." He shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head.
"Make love?" She eyed him steadily. "First, being previous, Officer Newton. Second, no. What happens in bed is my business."
"You said yet." He smirked, taking a bite of his toast.
"So?"
"Yet is a very hopeful word."
Eilene had already made up her mind about Newton, but she intended to keep him twisting a little longer. She wasn't one to succumb because of rock hard abs, a great smile, dark, laughing eyes, and a great ass. Keep telling yourself that, she chided. He's hot, creamy and sweet, just the way you like your coffee.
"Did you just say...?" Eyebrows raised, he leaned forward, nearly getting his chest in his food.
"Oh, shit!" Eilene said, nearly putting her elbow in her plate. "Did I say that aloud? What did I say?"
"You want the full recitation, or the salient points?" He put his elbows on either side of his plate, cup in his hands.
"Everything?"
Newton nodded, closing his eyes. "Pretty sure."
"f**k," she whispered.
"That surely was the gist of it." He smirked, chuckling softly.
"I'm so sorry."
"Why? I love the honesty. You may have said it aloud, I'm sitting here thinking it about you. Just, if I said it, you'd hit me, and not in a fun way."
"I really like you. I'm wildly attracted to you. But I barely know you."
"True. Hence, breakfast." He spread his hands, taking in the table. "Which I'd like to follow up with another meal, maybe lunch—or dinner. Hit the planetarium.... There was a reason I asked about the music you like. There's a laser light show tomorrow night, and we're both off."
"What's playing?"
"Blues, jazz, funk—top billing, Nimmo Borthers, Joe Bonamassa, Gov't Mule—Prince."
"You do present an irresistible invitation."
"That was the intention."
"Can I chip in?"
"Absolutely not. My treat."
"I'd love to go."
"Excellent."
"You folks ready?" Jill asked, sliding the bill on the table.
Newton's long fingers grabbed it before Eilene could get it.
"Also my treat. I invited you."
"Will you ever let me pay?"
"When you invite me," he replied with a grin.
Eilene put money on the table anyway. "I'll leave the tip."
Newton chuckled. "Okay."
They walked out to their cars.
"Hey, Newton, what's your first name? All this time, you've never said."
He blushed, ducking his head. "Newton is my first name."
"For real? Nuh-uhh.... I can't yell, Oh, Newton, do me deep! It's as bad as Milton."
He burst out laughing, so hard, he nearly fell down.
"I'll tell you tomorrow night."
"Promise."
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