An older woman comes out with a tray full of drinks. “Oh! You boys brought company. How did you manage to get these lovely ladies to even come near you like this? You smell like a locker room that hasn’t been cleaned in a year.” Oh Goddess, I love her already. I stifled my giggle. Sierra didn’t even try.
“Hey! I smell sexy!” Sam actually looks a little offended. “All man here.”
“Martha, if you must know it was actually her fault we are like this, she is a ruthless trainer that made us train for four hours straight, early, on a saturday morning. So if you’re going to complain, talk to Tiny here., but only after you bring us something to eat, we’re dying here!” Dakota laughs and points at me.
She looks at me and smiles like the rat that got the cheese. “You did this deary?” I nod my head at her, slowly, not sure where this is going and her face is unreadable. “You eat for free. Keep these boys on their toes. They have never once come to see me on a Saturday after training, nor have they ever looked this ragged after their usual training. Keep up the good work.” She winks at me. Sierra and I both laugh at her description.
“Martha, babe. We have been coming here forever and you have never let any of us eat for free. I thought we had something special.” Sam pouts at her.
“You are something special, sweetheart.” She pats his cheek. “But us girls have to stick together, and she’s probably the first girl, in your lives, that hasn’t had her pants charmed off by one or more of the five of you. And, you certainly never bring those…bed warmers here.” I actually spit my drink out and began choking. Super attractive I’m sure. WHAT?! I can’t decide if I love this woman or am scared of her. Maybe a little of both. She just says it how it is without any regard to who’s around and listening in. Cameron and Oliver are both patting my back as I cough up the rest of the water that went down my windpipe.
When I finally calmed down Martha looked at me pointedly. “Oh, did you not know? They don’t bring girls in here to me, they know better, this is a known fact, so you two must be special.” My eyes are wide, but not as wide as the guys, and are they blushing? Like she just gave away their greatest secret.
“We bring girls in here Martha.” Oliver says looking confused.
“Yeah, all the time.” Sam follows up, sits up straight eyes wide and then looks at Sierra who’s eyebrows shot up in question. He then sits back looking a little sheepish at the confession.
“We are always in here with groups of people, both guys and girls.” Cameron tries to calm the tension while contributing to the point.
“Yeah, but how many sit here, at this booth, with you? Hmmm? None, that’s how many. Think about that while I grab your food. Ladies, are you just going to pick off the guys’ plates or do you want to see the menu?” She abruptly changes the subject.
“Oh, I am definitely going to need a menu.” I say far too quickly.
“Same.” Says Sierra.
She smiles brightly at us. “Girls who eat and make decisions for themselves. See, special.” She says, pointing and winking at us then walking away.
Martha comes back quickly with a tray full of waters and sodas. She clearly doesn’t need the guys to tell her what they want.
Sierra and I order and once our food comes out, it looks like we are feeding a small army. I did not even hesitate to smash the plate of waffles and fruit in front of me. Sierra followed suit and the guys looked at us with surprise in their eyes before coming to their senses and digging into their own food. After we each polished off our first course quickly, we all settled into a slow graze of the rest of the food, passing plates and sharing biites. I couldn’t even tell you how long we had been sitting there. We are all enjoying a great time and most of the food is gone when again the moment is ruined by the condescendingly chipper voice of Kaley.
“Oh wow, we didn’t know you boys would be here today, you should have called us and we would have come to keep you company. We were just out doing some shopping. We have to look good for our future Alphas and company.” She giggles and it sounds strained.
“We’re good in company, but thanks.” Oliver points out and I want to melt into the seat. He has no idea what kind of target he just put on Sierra and I. Although, Sierra doesn’t give a sh*t.
