Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,22

He set a huge slice of chocolate cake and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the table between us with two spoons.

My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped.

Tyson picked up a spoon, scooped a bit of ice cream and a bit of cake onto it and held it out across the table towards me. “This is the best fudge cake you’ll ever have. You have to at least try it.”

I knew he wanted me to just take the spoon, but I’d do him one better. Leaning across the table, and being sure he had an unobstructed view of my cleavage, I took the spoon in my mouth and swallowed the bite before sitting back.

His eyes had dropped to my chest for a moment, but they focused on my mouth, heat filling them.

“That is amazing.” I said with a moan. It really was the best cake I’d ever eaten. I grabbed the other spoon, and we shared the rest of the dessert, but the heat in his eyes did not disappear.

After finishing dessert, Tyson paid and escorted me to the parking garage. Despite my reassurances that I’d be fine, he drove me to the Hero Association Headquarters and parked at the front.

He drove a very expensive sports car with heated seats that I was totally in love with.

Our drive to the Association had been silent, but I could tell he was just deep in thought. I didn’t mind.

I unbuckled and turned, smiling at him. “Thank you for tonight.”

He returned my smile. “Thank you for allowing me to take you out.”

“Are you going to tell me why you wanted my schedule now?” I asked, giving him my best serious face.

“I’m going to assign one of my droids to tail you and protect you while you’re out doing these interviews.”

My eyes narrowed. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”

He shrugged. “Never hurts to have backup. Plus, you won’t even see him.”

“What if he misconstrues an event and tries to rescue me from something that isn’t actually an emergency?”

“He won’t, but if he does, you can just say, ‘Alfred, all clear.’”

“Alfred?”

“Yes, that is his name. I created him to serve as my assistant.”

I snickered, but quickly turned serious again. “I appreciate your worry, but—”

He kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, “Sometimes boyfriends worry about their girlfriends, even if they’re powerful. Let me send Alfred with you. I promise you won’t notice him.”

Girlfriend? He already viewed me as his girlfriend? Even though he knew I was dating others?

He leaned back, smirking. “Did you short circuit?”

“Uh...”

His eyes darted to look out my window and his smirk wilted. “You’ve got company. My windows are tinted, so they can’t see inside, but they likely scanned our biometrics. Before you freak out, they don’t have Transistor in their database.”

Turning to look would be super obvious, so I just asked, “Who?”

“Director.”

“I better go.” Before I lost my nerve, I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips.

He held out a bag from the restaurant. “For you to share with Alura,” he said.

My smile was instant. I gave him another quick kiss and climbed out of the car, shutting the door before the Director could see inside. As soon as I turned around, the Director was only feet from me. “Director, it’s nice to see you.”

He squinted at the fleeing vehicle. “Yes, well, I’d like to remind you that if you want to be discreet with your relationships, sitting in such a flashy vehicle isn’t the best way to do that.”

I smiled. “I appreciate your concern, but my date’s windows are tinted, as I’m sure you’re aware. Did you need me for something? I have a treat to share with Alura and I want to get it to her before it melts.”

“Monday is your first interview. I will be joining you, just to ensure everything goes well,” he said and straightened. “Meet us in the garage, level five, at seven o’clock, okay?”

I saluted him as I walked backwards, towards the entrance. “Yes, sir.”

I made it inside and to Alura’s room without incident. As soon as I knocked, she jerked me inside and said, “Tell me everything!”

Chapter Thirteen

I paced as I waited for lunch with Hurricane and Vortex.

Surprising myself, I’d finished getting ready thirty minutes early. That led to me worrying over what I could talk about with them. Then, I started coming up with a hundred scenarios where I made an absolute idiot of myself.

My anxiety was also high because tonight, for dinner, I had a