Sugar Baby [editing]

Chapter Seventy

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Alex loved Christian to pieces, she really did, but sometimes she just felt like hitting him over the head with a bat a couple good times. She sat across from him, legs crossed and hands in her lap, waiting for him to do something other than stare at her with that same goofy smile he had on his face he had from an hour ago.

She didn't get the big deal, all she did was squirt but apparently this must've been a big moment for him. His facial expression hadn't changed since the hotel room. Now they were out and about catching a late lunch.

"Sorry about the wait," Alex's head snapped in the directions of the waitress who was now standing at their table, tray in hand. She started to set down their drinks before their food, "We had some complications with our kitchen staff."

"No worries," Alex replied sitting up in her seat.

"Do you guys need anything else? Anything at all?"

Alex shook her head and Christian answered, "No we're good, thank you."

Oh, so now he speaks Alex thought.

The waitress walked away and Alex pushed her shades up in her hair, "Now that you're verbal again, can we talk about anything other than what happened in the room?" She asked.

It wasn't that she was embarrassed about what had happened, it was just the fact that she knew he would never shut the fuck up about it.

"Sure, I wasn't going to mention it anyway. What are we doing after this?"

"I don't know," Alex replied slowly. Something about Christian just complying with her and jumping into regular conversation without mentioning the situation was off, it was too good to be true, "We have a lot of time to kill. Did you have anything in mind?"