What I’d meant to type was:
Sadie: Hey. Are you free? I was wondering if you could meet me this morning?
But what I’d actually typed was:
Sadie: Hey. Are you free? I was wondering if you could eat me this morning?
I shut my eyes and shook my head. I watched the message go from Sent to Delivered to Read and started to laugh out loud. I’d been so grumpy this week that it felt good to not take myself so seriously. The little dots began to jump around and then stopped, then started to jump around again. I imagined what Sebastian’s face might look like after reading that text, and it amused the hell out of me. While I waited to see how he might respond, the ridiculousness of the last week just hit me and I cackled like a loon.
Though my laughter came to an abrupt halt seeing the response pop up on my screen. My eyes nearly bulged from my head, and I had to blink twice to read the text a second time.
Sebastian: Be here at eleven.
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
Did I just invite myself over for oral sex and he accepted?
I think I might have.
Is it possible he could have read my text as it was originally intended and not how it had been delivered with the typo?
I reread the short exchange one more time.
Sadie: Hey. Are you free? I was wondering if you could eat me this morning?
Sebastian: Be here at eleven.
It seemed pretty clear to me.
Though what the hell was I going to do now?CHAPTER 19
SEBASTIAN
I kept staring at the text. She didn’t mean “eat,” did she? I laughed at the fact that I truly didn’t know. After that little note she’d left by my bed, I honestly couldn’t be certain if Sadie was being sexually blunt or not. I also couldn’t seem to decide whether I wanted her to have meant “eat.” What I was sure of? The thought of eating her made me hard as all hell.
The doorbell rang almost as soon as the clock struck eleven. I went to the door to greet her, feeling somewhat tense, especially given the thoughts that had just been running around in my mind.
Sadie looked gorgeous, dressed in a white wool peacoat. It was finally starting to feel like fall now. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold. Her hair was down in long, loose tendrils.
“Come in.”
Before I had a chance to say anything, Sadie just started talking—fast.
She looked down at her feet, then up at me. “I, uh, realized my message said ‘eat me.’ I meant ‘meet me.’ I didn’t want you to think I meant eat me. I mean . . . if you wanted to do that . . . I wouldn’t complain, but I didn’t want you to think I was suggesting anything. You know . . . stupid voice to text. I can’t even tell you how much trouble it’s gotten me into in the past. I—”
“Sadie, relax. I figured it out. I was eighty percent sure you meant meet me.”
She blew a breath up into her hair. “Oh great. And the other twenty percent?”
“Well, that’s sort of what I like about you . . . that there could be a doubt. You have bold tendencies. You’re not afraid to say what you want. It would have been an interesting request.”
Thoughts of ripping that coat off, carrying her to the couch, before spreading her legs apart and burying my face between them came to mind. That certainly wasn’t the worst thought in the world right now at all. And if she’d meant “eat me”? God knows what I would have allowed myself to do right now.
Getting out of here for a bit would be a good idea.
“Speaking of eating, Sadie, it’s almost lunchtime. Do you happen to like Italian?”
She smiled. “I happen to love Italian.”
“How about we head to my restaurant? It’s rare I actually get to enjoy it from a visitor’s perspective. I normally go there in the afternoons on Sundays to do business and take inventory. We could grab some lunch together first?”
She beamed. “That sounds amazing.”
“Let me grab my crotch,” I said.
Her forehead crinkled. “Excuse me?”
“I meant coat.” I winked. “Let me grab my coat. I just wanted to show you how easy it is to misspeak.”
The laughter she let out after that made the risky joke totally worth it.That afternoon at Bianco’s, my employees seriously were a little too interested in my guest. Every time I would make eye contact with the hostess or the waiters, they would be looking over at us, smiling.
It was true that my staff had never seen me bring anyone but my daughter to the restaurant since Amanda’s passing. Of course, as soon as they spotted Sadie, each and every one of them drew a certain conclusion. I suppose I still didn’t really know if their assumptions were correct. Was I dating Sadie at the moment? Was this an official date? I had no idea. It sure as hell felt like dating: the adrenaline, that excitement you feel when you first start seeing someone. It was all there. I supposed the only thing stopping me from truly experiencing all those things without any hesitation was my own conscience.