The Girl Next Door - Emma Hart Page 0,37
I guess. I wish I could tell you there was some great explanation or meaning behind it, but nope.”
“Fair enough.” I finally dragged my gaze away from him and peered out of the window. “Do you have any others?”
“You should know. You’ve seen me naked.”
“Yes, but every time I’ve seen you without your clothes, I’ve either been tired, pissed, or too busy to search your body for other works of art.”
“How many times have you seen me without my clothes?”
“Too many,” I shot back.
“I’d argue not nearly enough times. Shall we fix that?”
“Kai, just drive.”
He laughed, making another turn. “Oh, come on. It’s not like sleeping together on the first date even matters here.”
“Well, I guess there’s no risk of me getting pregnant if we did.”
He peered over at me, eyes sparking with amusement. “That is a bonus. And we both know the sex would be good.”
“Is this how this is going to work? You’re going to make the most of this fake marriage by getting sex out of me?”
“I can’t sleep with anyone else. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m unfaithful.”
“Really. Is that so?”
“No. I’d just really rather have sex with you again.” He flashed me a grin. “Is that really that bad?”
“I don’t know. You told me I’d feel your cock inside me for a week, and you lied.”
“Technically, I did leave something inside you, so it wasn’t a total lie.”
Smartass. “Do you always start your first dates with sex?”
“No. I usually cover the basics of what you do, where you work, what kind of movies you like, your favorite music,” he said, pulling into the mini golf place. “But if I ask you that in public, we might get some funny looks, considering we’re supposed to be married. I wouldn’t look like a very good husband if I did that.”
“So it’s all about how you look. Are you shopping for a real future wife?”
“Depends. Are you for sale?”
I stared at him for a moment, then got out of the truck without answering. I knew he was joking—hell, his laugh was so loud aliens could probably hear it without straining too hard.
He locked the truck and once again looped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. “Too heavy for a first date?” he whispered in my ear.
“I think we’re past that, really,” I said, once again touching my stomach. “Just stay away from my golf club before I accidentally hit you.”
“Warning taken.” He got the door for me and we walked into the building that housed the spacious entry hall.
It had three other exits, one that lead to the staff quarters, one that lead to the on-site restaurant that was really a glorified high school cafeteria, and the mini golf course. The golf course itself lead to a large indoor arcade that was full of slot machines and games and grabbers.
You know, the ones where you spent twenty bucks for a soft toy that would cost you five from the internet?
I’m pretty sure those machines were why my parents charged me and Holley rent as soon as we got jobs. And since the bar was our first job, it came out of our wages. Like taxes.
Hmm. I had to check my paycheck just in case they were still doing that…
We joined the short queue for tickets to the mini golf. It took us only a few minutes to get the front, and Kai paid while I took the tokens we could use to exchange for the clubs and balls at the kiosk outside.
It was a sprawling area, complete with a playground for kids, and since it was Sunday, it was packed.
“Oh no,” I said quietly. “Screaming kids.”
Kai chuckled to himself. “Get used to it.”
I thumped him in the arm.
Just because the arrival of my own screaming child was imminent didn’t mean I wanted to hear other people’s.
He switched our tokens for clubs and balls at the kiosk, and we waited until the couple in front of us was on the third hole before we started.
“Should I go first? In case of a wayward club?” He raised an eyebrow.
“You can try, but I bet I’d hit you either way. By accident, of course.”
Grinning, he stepped aside and let me go first.
I lined up my ball and got into position.
“Your ass looks great in those jeans.”
“Looks better out of them,” I retorted, then hit the ball.
I missed it.
“See, if you weren’t making a snarky comment, you’d have hit it.”
“It wasn’t snark; it was truth.” I swung the