Two Weeks With a SEAL (The Wakefield Romance Series) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Page B
Authors: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
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off his lips. "Don't laugh at me," I swat him on
the thigh under the table while with the other hand I tug at his little
ponytail. Dana laughs slightly at us, looks coming our way from the tables
around ours.
"Geez, I can't take
you ladies anywhere," Chad says loud enough for everyone to hear, Dana
breaking one of the thin, crunchy breadsticks in half and throwing it at him,
getting some laughs from the people around us. The three of us talked about the
menu, Dana settling on the Brandied roasted duck as I saw that those famous
crepes were fifty-five dollars, for one, and I let out a heavy sigh.
"Get whatever you
want," Chad whispered into my ear, his lips lightly brushing the lobe and
making me shiver, goose bumps raising all over my skin. I himmed and hawed over
the menu till the waiter came, Dana ordering her duck, Chad ordering the
Chateaubriand dish that came with roasted vegetables and a red wine sauce. Then
it was my turn and I still hadn't decided.
Feeling their eyes on
me, I handed the waiter my menu, smiling at him and saying, "May I just
have the sea bass please," he nodded, turned to leave when Chad grabbed
his arm. "Can we have a bottle each of your best Boudreaux and
champagne?" The waiter issued an 'of course sir', leaving us with a smile,
my eyes were wide as I looked at Chad.
"You shouldn't be
wasting your money on me," I say, passing a look to Dana who acted like
she was intently fixing the napkin in her lap, totally leaving me out to dry
with her son.
"My money will
never be wasted on you," he smiled, taking my hand to his lips and kissing
my knuckles, "it's good to splurge every once in a while." My eyes
were on my empty plate when Dana's hand found my knee, shaking it, her smile
warming my heart. I didn't want Chad to spend his money on me like this, not
when he was facing the unknown in a week. I would much rather be at his house,
in our pajama's curled up on the couch with Chinese takeout containers dotting
the coffee table. Maybe that could be tomorrow as I smile at him, squeezing his
fingers in mine, knowing that I have an entire week with this man to show him
how he made me feel.
My palate was bombarded
with soup, salad, before my wonderful sea bass and then a splendid chocolate
soufflé, my spoon falling into the tiny dish as I wipe at my lips, a content
sigh passing through them as I leaned back in my chair. Dana had consumed three
quarters of the bottle of Boudreaux, her cheeks rosy as she takes another sip,
a happy smile on her face and I spare Chad a look, his raised eyebrow bringing
a slight laugh out. Leaning in Chad says, "I think my mom is drunk,"
his laugh and beard tickling my ear, my giggle trailing away as I spy two
approaching figures, the man wearing a worn Dale Earnhardt hat.
"Hey boy,"
Duke issues, his bottom lip full of chew, the brown residue stuck all over his
bottom teeth. Chad rolls his eyes, turning to face him and his companion,
Wakefield town whore, Holly Unger. I looked her up and down as she did the same
to me, her heavy makeup laden eyes rolling as they met mine. She was wearing a
very short, very tight, lycra fabric hot pink dress, the top of it barely
covering her enormous breasts. She had bleached hair with her brown roots showing,
the underside dyed neon blue. It was down and messed, looking like the two of
them had just stepped out of a backseat, which considering the people, might
not be far from the truth. Her fake nails were long and adorned with outrageous
designs, her fingers filled with rings and both of her wrists covered with fake
diamond bracelets. Her shoes were 'stripper' heels, the platform bottom
accentuated by the seven-inch heel. They were clear and they lit up each time
she stepped, the tops being silver glitter. "Hey boy, I'm talkin' to
you," Duke issued again, his arms crossing over his chest.
"I hear ya,"
Chad said, turning his back to Duke and giving his mom a raised eyebrow as she
reached under the table, gripping my hand, "but I'm tryin'
the thigh under the table while with the other hand I tug at his little
ponytail. Dana laughs slightly at us, looks coming our way from the tables
around ours.
"Geez, I can't take
you ladies anywhere," Chad says loud enough for everyone to hear, Dana
breaking one of the thin, crunchy breadsticks in half and throwing it at him,
getting some laughs from the people around us. The three of us talked about the
menu, Dana settling on the Brandied roasted duck as I saw that those famous
crepes were fifty-five dollars, for one, and I let out a heavy sigh.
"Get whatever you
want," Chad whispered into my ear, his lips lightly brushing the lobe and
making me shiver, goose bumps raising all over my skin. I himmed and hawed over
the menu till the waiter came, Dana ordering her duck, Chad ordering the
Chateaubriand dish that came with roasted vegetables and a red wine sauce. Then
it was my turn and I still hadn't decided.
Feeling their eyes on
me, I handed the waiter my menu, smiling at him and saying, "May I just
have the sea bass please," he nodded, turned to leave when Chad grabbed
his arm. "Can we have a bottle each of your best Boudreaux and
champagne?" The waiter issued an 'of course sir', leaving us with a smile,
my eyes were wide as I looked at Chad.
"You shouldn't be
wasting your money on me," I say, passing a look to Dana who acted like
she was intently fixing the napkin in her lap, totally leaving me out to dry
with her son.
"My money will
never be wasted on you," he smiled, taking my hand to his lips and kissing
my knuckles, "it's good to splurge every once in a while." My eyes
were on my empty plate when Dana's hand found my knee, shaking it, her smile
warming my heart. I didn't want Chad to spend his money on me like this, not
when he was facing the unknown in a week. I would much rather be at his house,
in our pajama's curled up on the couch with Chinese takeout containers dotting
the coffee table. Maybe that could be tomorrow as I smile at him, squeezing his
fingers in mine, knowing that I have an entire week with this man to show him
how he made me feel.
My palate was bombarded
with soup, salad, before my wonderful sea bass and then a splendid chocolate
soufflé, my spoon falling into the tiny dish as I wipe at my lips, a content
sigh passing through them as I leaned back in my chair. Dana had consumed three
quarters of the bottle of Boudreaux, her cheeks rosy as she takes another sip,
a happy smile on her face and I spare Chad a look, his raised eyebrow bringing
a slight laugh out. Leaning in Chad says, "I think my mom is drunk,"
his laugh and beard tickling my ear, my giggle trailing away as I spy two
approaching figures, the man wearing a worn Dale Earnhardt hat.
"Hey boy,"
Duke issues, his bottom lip full of chew, the brown residue stuck all over his
bottom teeth. Chad rolls his eyes, turning to face him and his companion,
Wakefield town whore, Holly Unger. I looked her up and down as she did the same
to me, her heavy makeup laden eyes rolling as they met mine. She was wearing a
very short, very tight, lycra fabric hot pink dress, the top of it barely
covering her enormous breasts. She had bleached hair with her brown roots showing,
the underside dyed neon blue. It was down and messed, looking like the two of
them had just stepped out of a backseat, which considering the people, might
not be far from the truth. Her fake nails were long and adorned with outrageous
designs, her fingers filled with rings and both of her wrists covered with fake
diamond bracelets. Her shoes were 'stripper' heels, the platform bottom
accentuated by the seven-inch heel. They were clear and they lit up each time
she stepped, the tops being silver glitter. "Hey boy, I'm talkin' to
you," Duke issued again, his arms crossing over his chest.
"I hear ya,"
Chad said, turning his back to Duke and giving his mom a raised eyebrow as she
reached under the table, gripping my hand, "but I'm tryin'
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