and took a seat at the table. âLetâs eat,â he said.
Farrah took the seat across from Robert and studied her selections. âSo when weââ
âNo,â Robert said, waving his hand in front of his face. âNo more business. Not tonight.â
âWell, weâre certainly not talking about our ill-fated relationship.â Farrah placed two steak sliders on her plate. âSo what should we talk about?â
Robert added two sliders to the wings heâd already plated. âHow about we discuss your latest moves in our Fantasy League?â
âWhat about them?â Farrah asked with a slider halfway to her mouth.
âYou benched a world-class defensive end so a mediocre running back could play.â
âSays you... That mediocre running back is starting this week. I have a good feeling about him.â Farrah took a bite of her sandwich.
âWell, enjoy that feeling. Thatâs about the only real pleasure youâll be getting from that experience.â Robert held Farrahâs gaze as he, too, took a bite of his sandwich.
In spite of their differing opinion on the recent NFL trades and the fact that Farrah was kicking Robertâs butt in their Fantasy Football League, they had a relaxing evening just like a real couple.
When that realization hit, Farrah admonished herself for such thoughts. Get it together, girl. This distant, business-only, platonic relationship is what you wanted. Deal with it.
* * *
Robert spent the night fighting his desire for Farrah. Heâd nearly lost all control when Farrah had leaned back into him, especially with her soft shoulders and erect nipples calling to him. Robert found the will to step away after he noticed how white Farrahâs knuckles had become as she gripped the table. Seeing how his nearness affected her, too, reinforced his resolve. He had to lose a few battles if he wanted to win the war. The constant arousal he felt when she was near was getting to him, but Farrah was worth the discomfort.
It was a little before noon when they landed at Houstonâs Hobby Airport. They made their way through the VIP terminal for private jet owners to his waiting car.
âThanks, Jimmy,â Robert said to the stocky valet who started loading their bags into the trunk of a black Mercedes.
âWhereâs the Porsche?â Farrah asked, rifling her bag for her Chanel sunglasses.
âI had Jeremy bring the sedan and take the Porsche back to my place. I knew weâd need the room.â
âOh,â Farrah said, giving him the side-eye.
âFor the luggage,â he clarified.
Farrah grimaced as she slipped on the sunglasses.
âMy motherâs expecting us for lunch. I hope you donât mind.â
âYour mother?â she asked, returning her eyeglass case to her bag. âAnd what do you mean us ?â
âThe woman who raised me,â he clarified.
âYou mean your foster mother.â
âI donât call her that. Weâre closer than that. She called last night while you were in the shower to remind me of our standing date,â he explained as he held the door open for her.
Farrah stared up at him and frowned. âYour mother called...about lunch...when I left to take a shower?â
Robert could see that something heâd said confused her but he couldnât figure out what it could be. âYes.â
âTo remind you of your lunch date,â she repeated.
âYes,â he replied. âSo, will you join me?â
Farrah bit down on her bottom lip as she looked down at her outfitâblack jeans, a simple red V-neck shirt and matching black jean jacket. Robert could see indecision flash in her eyes and quickly added, âYou look great, and itâs just lunch. No big deal. Momma Penny has wanted to meet the Blake sisters for a while now.â
Farrah released her lip and shrugged. âSure, why not. Like you said, itâs just
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