Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Olly’s eyes brighten, and I’m entranced by their sparkling blue color.
“Oh yeah, and I love the food here. Have you ever had their peanut butter cup pizza? I didn’t think it would work, but it was the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Kind of like dessert and pizza mashed into one.”
I chuckle.
“Well, I haven’t tried it, but it sounds interesting. Not good, but interesting. But I’ve never had a bad pizza from Dough Boys, so I’ll give you that.”
“Me, neither,” she giggles. “I promise it’s tasty.”
Then Olly hops out of the truck cab, and I watch her from the driver’s seat for a moment before I get out myself. Holy shit, this woman’s gorgeous. She’s wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans that are basically painted on her voluptuous body, showing off every delectable curve. Her breasts are enormous, pressed against the flimsy cotton, and my body hardens remembering how they jiggled while I was giving it to her good. God, just the memory makes my mouth water as my cock twitches in my jeans.
Unsuspecting, Olly turns to look at me over one shoulder with a coy look, blonde curls bouncing. “Are you coming or what?”
I laugh and slide out of the car. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
Then, I jog ahead of her and open the door to the restaurant, bowing like a courtier.
“After you, my lady,” I growl.
“A true gentleman!” Olly giggles. “Like a knight with his lady.”
I wink.
“You are my fair lady, sweetheart. And I am your dashing prince.”
That sets her off in peals of laughter.
“I suppose you’re right.”
Still laughing, we step into the restaurant before grabbing a table off to the left. Dough Boys is a typical pizza joint with red and white tablecloths, Italian flags, and faded pictures on the walls, many of which feature Rocky Balboa himself. Of course, I’m pretty sure the guys who own the place have never actually been to Italy and this is all schtick, but I like it.
“Can I start you off with some drinks?” our waitress asks, bustling over.
“I’ll have a Coke,” Olly says immediately.
“Sure thing, hon. How about you, sir?”
I nod.
“Same for me, thanks.”
She nods, tucking her pencil behind her ear.
“Sounds good. I’ll be right back with that.”
We both turn to peruse the menus then.
“So, what combination are we trying today?” Olly asks, her eyes idly skimming over the small print. I look forward and stare into those baby blues.
“Do you trust me?”
She bites her lip and smiles.
“I do,” Olly says.
I nod, pleased. “Then I’ll order. You’ll love it, I promise, sweetheart.”
She giggles.
“I hope so because there aren’t too many things zanier than the peanut butter cup pizza, and I liked that one!”
I wink and when the hostess returns, I place our dinner order.
“We’ll take a king-sized pizza with beef, chicken, prosciutto, anchovies, and a drizzle of buffalo sauce on the top.”
She nods.
“Would you like fries with that?”
I nod.
“Yeah, and put them straight on the pizza, and not in a side dish. Thanks.”
The waitress doesn’t even blink, merely scribbling on her pad.
“Sure thing. The food will be out in about ten minutes.”
Then, she scurries away and Olly turns to look at me, those blue eyes wide.
“That sounds interesting. Fries on top? So we’re eating pizza and fries with every mouthful?”
I wink at her. “It’s amazing, don’t worry.”
She giggles.
“I believe you, don’t worry. Like I said before, no Dough Boys pizza can ever be bad.”
“Exactly,” I nod, inordinately pleased. “Trust me, the fries are the best part of this particular combo. You’re going to love it.”
Olly titters and then takes my hands across the table. The move is so romantic that the breath whooshes out of my lungs for a moment, and I stare in shock. But she merely smiles gently.
“So you said you just moved to Millbrook, right? Where do you live?”
I grin.
“A small apartment a few blocks away. You caught me, honey, because this is my neighborhood joint. I should probably just start eating every meal at Dough Boys.”
Olly laughs merrily but then furrows her brow. “A few blocks from here?”
I nod.
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m just wondering how you got home the other night? It’s not that close to where I live.”
I shrug.
“My employee at the shop gave me a lift, that’s all. I think you might have seen him that day you came by? Name’s Jerry. He’s greasy and covered with oil, but then again, we work in a garage. Plus, he and I live in the same complex so it’s pretty convenient.”
Olly nods.
“Yeah, I remember that young man. That makes sense too, and I’m glad you didn’t walk all this way because it’s not close. I could have driven you.”
I squeeze her fingers.
“You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart. I always find my way home.”
She smiles so brilliantly that my heart melts. But then Olly continues.
“So, the garage. How’s it going? I’ve been telling everyone I know to get their oil changes and repairs done at Benning Motors because you were so kind.”