Biting her lip, she tried not to wonder if her ass looked big or not.
“You don’t have to crowd behind me,” she said.
“I like looking at your ass. Deal with it.”
In no time at all they were in the lunch room. She spotted Milford in the corner with Bernie, another nurse, slender with blonde hair.
Expelling a relieved breath, Jessica grabbed a tray. “Pick what you want and I’ll pay.”
“I can pay for my own stuff.”
“I know, but you’re doing this as a favor to me. I owe you.” She took a tray of lasagna that looked way too over-cooked, a large slice of chocolate cheesecake, then ordered a strong black coffee.
Snake had two burgers and fries, two cheesecakes, a large cookie, and a milkshake.
She paid the woman serving on the till before finding a table. Keeping her back to Milford, she focused on the man in front of her. Snake sat his large body down. She couldn’t help but look away from the thickness of his arms. Did he work out? His muscles looked hard and defined. They were not covered in ink either. He did have patterns on his arms but nothing that would cover his arms.
“Doctor Bastard keeps looking over at you.”
“He threatened me before I came here. He warned me that I should think about the kind of people I hang out with.”
“And yet you’re here with me.”
“I don’t like being ordered around.”
“You don’t like authority?”
“No, I don’t. I used to piss my dad off all the time, and my brother. They believe I was always looking for trouble.”
“Where are your parents?”
“They live in the city. My father’s a lawyer, brother is a doctor. Mother is a housewife. You?”
“I don’t have any parents, and I’m not going to talk about them.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
She couldn’t look away as he took a large bite of his burger. His hands were so large and powerful looking. Taking a bite of her lasagna she tried not to wince at the overly herbed food.
“This is shit, you know that right?” Snake asked, swallowing.
“What?”
“The food. This burger was cooked in the eighteen hundreds. It had to be, it was that fucking disgusting.”
Against her better judgment she started to laugh. Once she started she couldn’t stop. It had been so long since she’d found anything funny.
“You’ll owe me another date. You liked our other date.”
The laughter stopped instantly.
“I don’t know about that, Snake.”
“You’ve got a problem being with me?”
Licking her lips, she pushed the pasta away from the sauce. “I’ve not got a problem with you.”
“Then what have you got a problem with?” he asked. “Lydia?”
“She’s my friend.”
“Your friend is a little freak. She kept trying to slap me and make me her bitch. I wouldn’t fuck her again even if my life depended on it.”
Jessica didn’t want to think about her friend and her sudden interest in BDSM. She knew Lydia was reading books and watching videos online, but to actually slap someone? Lydia didn’t strike her as a slapper, but then, she didn’t want to know anything about her friend’s sex life. She should have known though. Who dates a guy who goes by the name Master?
“I, erm, I don’t know what to say about that.”
“How are you and Lydia friends? She’s a freak and works—I don’t know where she works?”
Chuckling, she stared at Snake. Last night she’d come screaming his name, and now she was eating her lunch with him.
“I don’t know what you want from me?”
“I want you to give me a chance.”
“You fuck women and forget about them.” Jessica pushed her lasagna aside, no longer wanting the food. Instead, she decided to eat the cheesecake.
“Do you believe in love and soul-mates?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Do you believe in fun?”
“Snake, I appreciate you having dinner with me. I do, but this isn’t going to go anywhere.”
“What is Lydia up to now? Is she still pining after me?”
At Christmas all Lydia had talked about was Snake. Now, she had a new man in her life. Jessica didn’t know his name, but she always called him Master. It was a strange thing, but Jessica wasn’t interested in coming between her friend and happiness.
“I don’t think she’s pining after you. She’s moved on. I think.” It had been a week since she last heard from Lydia. Jessica was an awful friend. When she finished lunch she’d call Lydia.
“Then give me a chance.”