Subway Girl Read Free Page A

pulled me closer and ran his tongue along the outline of my ear, finally kissing the space just in front of it.
    “You’re not going to ditch me are you?” His smile looked amused.
    “Yeah, we have a hidden escape route in the last stall. We use it in case we have to ditch a hot guy we just had mind blowing sex with who wants to take us to dinner.” I returned his smile and he laughed, the sound making me wet all over again. And I thought, there wasn’t much point of me going to the restroom to clean up if everything he did made me wet.
    “Okay, I’ll wait here.”
    I hurried in the bathroom and did my thing. Thankfully, I always carried personal cleansing wipes with me. Not for that particular reason, though. Mother Nature had the habit of sneaking up on me at inopportune moments. So I stayed prepared and it served me well. In minutes I was fresh as a daisy and ready for dinner with Rivers…and then round two.

    Rivers took me to a little restaurant in town. It wasn’t anything special, but it was nice. It didn’t have tacky checkered placemats or paper napkins. That was a plus and there were fresh peonies on the table. The blooms were huge and I touched one lightly as I scooted into our booth.
    “It’s pretty.” Rivers nodded at the flower.
    “Mmm,” I nodded, “I love peonies. I’m surprised they found them this time of year.”
    Our booth was situated in the back of the restaurant away from everything. The entrance to the kitchen and the bathrooms were on the other side of the restaurant. Rivers must have noticed me looking because he smiled and turned his fork over and over on the table top. “My friend owns this restaurant. I asked for this booth.”
    My heart sped up a little faster. Then I had a thought and my heart stalled. “Bring a lot of girls here?” I tried to play it off as a joke, but I was really interested. I don’t know why. I didn’t have a claim on him. I’d just fucked him in the subway—that’s it. This wasn’t going anywhere. And we both knew it.
    Rivers looked in my eyes. “No. I don’t, actually.”
    My heart started hammering against my ribs and butterflies took off in my stomach. I gave him a quick smile and looked down. His eyes were so open and honest and I wondered if we were both on the same page. Maybe one of us thought this…thing…going on between us was actually going to work into something.
    He reached for my hand and wrapped his around it. “What are you hungry for? They have really good steaks.”
    “Um...salads?”
    “Oh! They have this grilled steak salad that is out of this world. I know it sounds disgusting. Everyone thinks so when they first hear about it, but if you like steak, but you’re not hungry enough for a whole steak dinner, trust me, and get the grilled steak salad.” He flicked the picture of the salad on the menu and sat back against the booth.
    “Okay. The grilled steak salad it is.”
    “Good. I’m going to go put our orders in so we don’t have to wait. What do you want to drink? A beer or wine or something?”
    “Oh, no a Coke is good.”
    He smiled. “Not getting you drunk tonight, huh?”
    I chuckled softly. “I don’t drink.”
    Rivers nodded once. “I don’t either. Well, not the hard stuff. I stick with Cokes. I’ll be right back.”
    I nodded and watched him walk away. I looked around the restaurant and noticed that all the booths were secluded like ours. They were built into the side walls, surrounded by walls on three sides. It gave diners maximum privacy. Even the diners seated in the center of the restaurant at the tables had plenty of space between tables to give them privacy. I took my previous thought back. It was a nice place—and it was more than just a little restaurant, too. It looked expensive. I mentally started calculating which credit card had enough money on it to pay my tab.
    “Okay, we’re all set,” Rivers said and slid next to me on the seat. He sat so close he touched me, but he angled his