Oh great, Becky thought as she tugged her hands out of his hold. He was playing with her. Damon wasn’t really interested in her.
“No. I want you so badly. My God, I could take you back and fuck your brains out, but I want you to know you’re special. I can talk to you. I don’t have to take you to an expensive restaurant. I get to be myself with you.”
Becky relaxed again. “I’m glad you feel that way with me. I want you to be happy. I want to be with you, not the man you think I want you to be.”
Damon smiled and his eyes filled with happiness. Becky had never seen anything so sexy. He looked younger, and she knew then that she had already fallen for the man. Damon deserved to be loved.
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Becky was amazing. Several fans came up and asked for autographs—one woman had even pushed her breasts up and asked him to sign them. Becky had taken it all in stride, even happily taking the photos. They now sat arguing over him wanting to pay for their dinner. Becky was determined to add something to the meal. The old couple sitting next to them was paying when the older woman started to sob. The man was digging into his pockets and gathering change and counting on the table, and the lady was checking her bag. “Sir, Madam, do you have a credit card or a debit card I could try?” the waitress asked.
The lady looked frantically at her husband. Becky touched Damon’s arm. “You can pay for my meal.” She got up and drew the money she’d been trying to give him and gave it the waitress. “That’s for their meal. That should cover it.”
The lady hugged Becky and thanked her. Becky brushed it off as nothing and told them to have a great night. Becky held Damon’s hand and they left.
That wasn’t the first time she’d done something like that. Becky was always helping other people. He remembered the other day when they grabbed some food in the supermarket. He, Jacob, and Caleb were waiting in line when Becky joined them with her own things. A woman with three kids was buying things at the front of the line. Her kids were clinging off her and she looked exhausted. When the total came the woman tried all her cards and they were all declined. All the items she was getting looked like essentials. The lady started to put items back, but Becky stopped her, smiling, and dropped her own basket next to his and paid for the woman’s groceries. The woman started crying and thanked Becky over and over. Becky just smiled, tickled one of the children, and said, “I hope I helped.”
He loved that she was willing to help people, and that she didn’t expect praise for it. She was perfect. Damon knew he was lucky. He wasn’t going to let her get away. She would be his.
Damon was taking Becky to an ice skating rink. He wanted to show her some of the things he loved. He pulled into the parking lot. Tonight was a disco theme.
“Ice skating? I’ve never been. This should be fun.” Becky’s enthusiastic voice filled him with happiness. He’d tried to take other women skating but none had been interested. He liked that Becky was willing to try anything. She didn’t complain he hadn’t taken her to a show or a movie.
They walked into the ice skating arena, he got the skates, and they both put them on. “Have you done any Rollerblades or skating?”
Becky stood and they walked to the ice. “I did Rollerblades.” She looked behind him and her eyes widened. “I’ll give this a go, but to tell the truth I’m a little scared of falling on my butt and someone skating over my fingers, slicing them off.”
“Oh, now you see a negative to something.”
She smirked up at him. “I see negatives. I just don’t voice them. This place involves sharp skates and hard ice for me to fall on my arse.”
Damon stepped onto the ice, chuckling. “You’ll learn quickly not to fall. I promise I won’t let anyone skate over your fingers.” He winked at her. “I’ll try my best not to let you fall on your cute butt. I can’t guarantee you won’t, though.”
Very slowly she inched on the ice. He grinned at her and tried to get her away from holding onto the side.
“If you help me I’ll leave the side. No laughing, though.”
He chuckled as Becky’s eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in her stern expression. “I’ll help you, but I can’t promise not to laugh.” He held her hands as she carefully moved away. “Now it’s like Rollerblading, but move your feet out. It’s a glide.” He skated backwards, careful to avoid the other skaters.
“How long have you been skating?” Becky asked as she started to get the hang of it.
“My parents were figure skaters. They wanted me to get into that. I started at about four, five. When I was in middle school I realized figure skating wasn’t for me, but ice hockey was.”