7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

~ Tiffany ~

What are you doing?

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket as I finished my routine stretch after my morning run. I couldn't help but grin at the text from Heath. He hadn't stopped texting me this last week. Even more so over the last few days. Almost as if he was starving for my attention.

I'm just wrapping up my run. What are you doing?

I put the phone away, pulling my leg up behind me. With a groan, my phone dinged again. Quickly, I dropped my leg and checked it.

I'm hungry.

And?

Feed me.

I couldn't contain the laugh or the blush. Heath was a great guy, always making me laugh. But holy shit, the innuendos were always there, and it hadn't helped my case much. I couldn't even tell you how much use my vibrator was getting these days thanks to him and his texts.

Uh, in the middle of a public street? Sure, I'm game. PDA doesn't bother me!

I'll take that type of feeding too.

I rolled my eyes at his comment, again, feeling a strong wave of desire crash against my damn core.

But, for real, where are you at? I know this great little bistro that serves breakfast and lunch. Thought you might like to join me since it feels like forever since I've seen you.

Where's it at?I'm at the corner of Washington and Broadway.

It's about five minutes north of there. Called Sanchez, know it?

Sure, I knew it. Did I go often? Nope.Fucking food was too yummy. If I could afford it, I'd be there all the time.But being a dancer was hard.

Sure do.I'll be there in a few.

With that, he sent a smiley emoji and I put my phone away, wrapping up my stretches. I knew I should have started running earlier today. It was going to take an extra workout to burn off whatever the hell I had there. But, to spend more time with Heath, I would gladly do it.

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked, smiling at Heath as he held the door for me. The hat and glasses might hide him from other people, but not me. I slapped the brim, causing him to scowl.

"My fair share.I love it. And it's quaint, so I don't get bothered a lot. Most people wouldn't think someone like me would come here."

"That's true enough. Thought major stars eat at five-star places."

He frowned as he pulled my chair out and then pushed it in. Of course, I couldn't help but gush over that as well.

"Others like to eat there. And it's nice. But fuck if they give me enough food to fill me up. That's something I hate about fame. They think a four-hundred-dollarfish that's two bites is supposed to make you full. Not this man.I'm an eater, and I enjoy food.Well, did. Do now."

I tilted my head at that odd statement. We had touched on the topic of his ex briefly in our text messages, and he mentioned how she caused him to lose the taste of food, but he never expanded on it. So, yeah, it might be a surprise if he's enjoying it now. Why the change?

"You enjoy it now?" I crossed my arms and leaned them on the table, watching him. He squirmed slightly before nodding.

"Yeah, I do.I don't know why, or how Tiff, but the night I met you changed it all. The food was bland. The drinks were stale. Really, eating was like eating paper. And drinking…well, it all seemed like water to me." He paused, glancing at the waiter as he walked over, and we both put in our orders. "Though it may seem strange, I have to say that the moment I met you, things changed."

"I've been known to have that effect on people. Usually, it's a change for the worse." I sipped my water as the waiter put it down. "I'm not special, Heath. I didn't cast some spell or toss any magical powers your way."

"No, Tiff, I know you didn't. But you are special. You're different, unique." Again, he paused and slowly grinned. "You might not get it, but you're real."

Okay, yeah, I didn't get it. At least not all of it. But the thought did have me twisting my lip because I was real. This was the real Tiffany Lee, not the dancer he saw. But I wasn't confessing that the two ladies were one and the same either. So, isn't that a lie? Or just not springing the truth?

I suppose I could also argue that Jamesondidn't know one dancer from another. He wouldn't know Tiffany. Didn't know what she really looked like or how she acted.Because he hadn't bothered to know any of us. His band, sure. His dancers, nope.

"I get it, actually. And I'm glad I can be helpful, even if I don't know the why."

He laughed, taking a sip of his own drink. And I basked in that sound. He didn't do it a lot at practice, which sucked, because he had a great laugh.But I could see how he might be cautious there.

"When you have shitty ex-girlfriends that make you view the world differently and take all the joy out of your life, you tend to have a different mindset on stuff.So, when someone appears that makes things brighter, you savor it. You enjoy it.You wish for more of it."

I twisted my lip, his words causing a blush to creep up my neck. I've been told a lot of things throughout my life, but this man, he was a natural-born storyteller and had me hook, line, and sinker. But that's what made him such a great musician.He wrote songs that came from his heart, no matter what was going on in life.

"I didn't do anything," I mumbled.

His hand reached across the table, resting on my arm, and I stared at the tattoo there.

Fuck me.

There went the nasty thoughts of that hand wrapped around my neck while we were on stage and he was grinding against me, making everyone wish they were me. He would squeeze lightly, making me moan, and the mic would pick it up, but I wouldn't care who heard. Just like he wouldn't care who was watching.

"You did more than you think." I snapped myself out of the fantasy and looked up at him, swallowing hard.Someday, I will get him to tell me more.But it wouldn't be today. I could see the look in his eyes of him shutting down that topic. "What are you staring at?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing."

But this time, the flush didn't just happen on my cheeks.

Fuck no.

It had to range all over my arms and chest. Though PDA excited me, and my body craved it, my body also always did me in because sexy, sensual thoughts, actions, words, always made me flush brightly. His eyes trailed over me; his brow raised.

"You're awfully red."

"It's the Irish skin. You know, pale girl here with tons of freckles."

"I do, as I'm part Irish myself," he shared.

"Right, the name Heath might be a bit more common in the Irish realm." I twisted my lip, trying hard to focus on anything else.Of course, when you have a crush on someone, you do look into their history. I knew this man was half Irish, half Puerto Rican, and all hotness.

"Tiff?"

"Yeah?"

"What's on your mind?"

I flushed even more, not wanting to share my thoughts. So, I shook my head, but he wasn't about to be deterred.

"Tell me.Something wicked has to be there for you to have that sexy color painting your skin."

Oh god.

We hadn't gotten to that point in our relationship. Not the one for sexual talk and fantasies. Had we?

"Your tattoo," I blurted out, slamming my mouth closed. He raised a brow, but I just shook my head. Nope, couldn't give him anymore.

"This tattoo?" he asked, pointing at it with his other hand.

"Yes.It's given me all kinds of naughty thoughts." I wouldn't dare tell him how long they've been there. He smirked, and that twisted me up even more.

"Naughty thoughts. I like that."He leaned over, his breath fanning my ear. "Maybe we should act on some of those thoughts?"

Screw me sideways.

Yes, please , sir!