Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(40)
“You can’t call them Buffalo wings if they don’t have sauce because that’s how they originated…with sauce, in Buffalo, New York. I thought you read books.”
I set my plate on the nightstand since we’re eating in bed.
“Listen. You better stop treating me like I’m Jessica Simpson and I don’t know the difference between tuna and chicken…of the sea… Circa 2003.”
Crew’s hand grips my thigh as he drags me across the bed toward him, making me laugh.
“Well, if the designer shoe fits, Wild Card. Because the only correct answer is you’re eating chicken wings, and I’m gonna eat pussy.”
My zone-out is interrupted as the guy hooks a thumb at his girl.
“We got married this weekend too. She finally talked me into it.” He laughs like we’re all supposed to, except nobody does, and somehow, that doesn’t stop this dude from talking. “I bet your wife didn’t have to talk you into anything though. She’s smoking hot.”
Dude.
Crew wrinkles his forehead, a grin peeking out as the guy’s wife smacks his arm. I’d smack more than his arm, lady.
Crew clears his throat, squeezing my hand before he lets go. “How about a picture?” he offers as his face turns away from his biggest fan, his eyes locking with mine.
He mouths, You good? before I nod and smile back. The man is almost vibrating from excitement as he steps in next to Crew.
“I can’t believe I’m meeting you. You’re on my fantasy team.”
Crew nods politely. But I chuckle, locking eyes with him, mouthing, Same.
Number one fangirl tosses an arm up, trying to get it over Crew’s shoulder. But even standing as tall as he can, it’s not happening. So ever so discreetly, Crew Matthews leans down.
Aw, he’s letting his nice guy show.
The wife steps up and takes a few pictures before nodding, but the guy isn’t done. He grabs Crew’s hand, shaking it.
“I really appreciate it, man. I’m going to frame this and put it on the wall.” He looks back at his wife, who looks at him like he’s crazy. “Babe, we could put it next to our wedding portrait.”
Oh my god.
Crew steps away, his hand finding the small of my back as he urges me forward before he gives another wave to his biggest fan, saying, “Have a good one, guys,” and we walk away.
But I’m still staring up at him because…I don’t know, just something.
He looks down at me, eyes narrowing.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I scowl before it morphs into a smirk.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to get tacos and then let me eat your taco.”
A laugh explodes from my chest as I shove his shoulder and shake my head.
“Let’s just order the food and go back to the room before we get assaulted by any more people who think you’re the equivalent of a farm animal.”
sixteen
“I’m nice to you in public, but I still get to play with their privates.”
crew
“Where are we going?”
I don’t answer, glancing over my shoulder and grinning at her as I tug her up another flight of steps, holding the bag of our dinner in my hand.
“Oh my god, will you slow down, please? I might drop the drinks,” she huffs, the smile on her face too big for her to really be irritated.
I’ve been second-guessing myself for the last five minutes because this is uncharted and dangerous territory for me. I don’t want to give her the wrong impression, but she was so cool when we were approached by those fans.
And although I know we made a deal, a truce, to be nice to each other for the sake of my deal, she was genuine and gracious under pressure.
So, if anyone deserves what I’m about to share…it’s her.
I stop, turning around before turning the corner to take the last flight.
“So, here’s the thing. You know how you’ve been watching that same movie over and over again every night?”
She nods, looking impatient.
“The Hangover?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, that one. And you were rambling on about how it’s so unrealistic that they put shit like going on rooftops in movies…”
Her eyes grow wide as her mouth drops open before she stomps her foot.
“Shut up right now. Quit it.”
Eleanor lets go of my hand, starting around the corner past me, but I grab the back of her shorts, forcing her to stop and look over her shoulder.
“Settle down.” I laugh. “Let me make the grand gesture. You’re like a toddler.”
Her hip pops as she turns around, smiling at me.
“Look at you, QB…being all nice to me. Careful, I might start to think that you like me just as much as you dig my pussy.”
My head draws back before I walk past her, taking the four steps to the door labeled ROOFTOP, and shove the door open, the entire sky coming into view.
“Oh, come on, Wild Card. I could never. Only one of them isn’t annoying.”
She laughs as she walks out onto the roof, shoving the drink holder in my hand before looking up at the sky. I smile as she spreads her arms wide and stares up at the stars.