Keep It Classy (Bear Bottom Guardians MC 7)

“Dilly dally?” Castiel asked. “What are you, twelve?”

I narrowed my eyes at the asshole but chose to keep my mouth shut.

I didn’t know what it was about the man that got under my skin so badly, but there was seriously something about him that rubbed me the wrong way.

“My father says it and he’s in his fifties,” I told him. “Do you think he’s twelve?”

Jubilee pushed me slightly, indicating that I should take the inside spot in the booth across from the man.

I reluctantly took my seat and tried not to kick the man that hadn’t bothered to move his stretched-out legs.

As it was, when I finally finagled myself into the seat, he was still touching me.

Did he move?

No. No, he did not.

Jubilee followed me down, and I scooted over even more, my entire right side touching the wall.

“Tight fit?”

My eyes went from the wood grain table to the smug man’s face, and I froze.

“Um, what?” I asked.

“I said, tight fit?” he repeated.

I’d honestly expected him not to repeat it due to the look of anger on my face, but he did.

I frowned fiercely at the man, then wondered why I even bothered seeing as his attention was snagged by the waitress moments later.

A skinny, beautiful waitress that had pert boobs, a nice firm ass, and legs that went on for miles.

“Ma’am?” Castiel smiled pleasantly at the woman. “Would you mind taking their order? They don’t have long before they have to return to work.”

The woman’s eyes reluctantly tore from Castiel’s sweet-talking mouth to me, and this time her smile was forced.

“What can I get you?” she asked.

I bit my lip, wondering if I should bother ordering a kid’s meal, then decided to hell with it.

“I’ll have a grilled chicken salad,” I said.

“Sure,” she paused. “What kind of dressing?”

I shook my head. “No dressing.”

She frowned. “You don’t want any dressing?”

I nodded once.

“Okay,” she drawled. “And you?”

Jubilee ordered her usual heart attack meal of a burger and pancakes.

I could do nothing but shake my head.

If I’d eat those, I’d gain ten pounds.

Hell, I might gain two just by smelling it.

“I’ll get those orders right in,” the waitress smiled. “What about drinks?”

I pointed at the water. “This is fine. Thank you.”

When I looked up from my water, it was to find Castiel studying me like a bug.

I looked away and hoped that he wouldn’t ask about my eating habits.

Hell, he’d already insinuated that I was fat.

I didn’t want to give him more ammunition than he already had against me.

Jubilee and Castiel spoke in quiet tones while I studied the large hands of the man I was trying not to find attractive but did anyway.

I had no clue how long I’d been doing it…ten minutes, maybe…when our food finally came out.

The salad was placed in front of me, and I immediately winced at the white dressing that was saturating almost every part of it.

Shit.

“Um,” I hesitated. “This has dressing on it. I ordered it with no dressing.”

The woman looked down at the salad and frowned.

“Oh, well shoot,” she said. “Let me take that back and I’ll get you another one ordered.”

I just shook my head, glancing at my watch.

“I don’t have time to wait for another one,” I sighed. “Scooch out, best friend. I have to go.”

If I left now, I’d be able to grab a salad from Nanny Goats before I had to be at my meeting.

Castiel still didn’t move his foot, causing me to bend into a pretzel-like configuration to get out of the seat. Only after I had my foot almost over the table did he move it.

I caught the grimace of pain that was on his face as he did, and I almost had a fleeting thought to ask him if he was all right.

But I didn’t.

What would be the point?

I didn’t want him to think that I cared.

Once both of my feet were once again firmly planted on the ground, I scooted the rest of the way out of the crappy wooden bench-like seat and stood up.

“Wish me luck,” I said to Jubilee.

Jubilee grinned. “Good luck. I’ll see you at work later this evening?”

I thought about that for a few long seconds.

“I’ll probably be in late, late. More like six-ish. I have to finish up some work with the website before I come help you,” I explained.

Jubilee nodded in understanding.

She was one of four people that knew what I did, and three of those people were people that I worked with on this other job.

Another job that allowed me to get paid quite a bit for barely anything.

“I’ll be leaving right around then,” she said. “If we don’t see each other, I’ll see you tomorrow at the Donut Palace.”

I grinned and shook my head, smiling as I did.

“Be good.” I patted her shoulder, then I was gone.

But before I left all the way out of the building, I made sure to stop and look over my shoulder at the table I’d just been at.