HARVEY

"What took you so long?"

Eric gulped down the water in front of him. She took the chance to clear out our table while I was in the restroom. Smart.

"I ran into her," I beamed as I sat back down. "Well, technically, she crashed into me. I just caught her before she hurt herself," I proudly corrected myself, still beaming like an idiot.

Damn, now I'm the one looking like an idiot.

"Bro, I think you're whipped!" he teased as he placed the water back down before choking on it, again. Then he let out an obnoxious howl.

I was preoccupied with my thoughts to protest.

I was able to observe her entire physical feature from a different angle. I examined her facial expression when she realized she had stepped on me. The shock on her face widened her lazy but brightly lit brown eyes.

She apologized and ran like the wind before I could look at her more.

When I stepped out of the restroom to walk back to our table, she was there, walking in my direction. There was no way she could have avoided me, even if she wanted to.

I noticed her light brown hair was neatly tucked behind her ears, complimenting her oval-shaped face. Her skin was smooth, radiating a glowing tan. She appeared to be a mixture of two races.

Surprisingly, I was able to control myself from caressing her arms with my thumb when I steadied her. The tip of her hair fell right on her breast. I examined them, carefully, through her fitted top. It would cup perfectly in my hands.

Wow. What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to calm down.

"Well, what are you gonna do about it? You don't expect us to stay here until this place closes, right?" Eric questioned with uncertainty in his voice. Little did he know, he just interrupted my private thoughts.

"I got this."

I reached for my wallet and pulled out my credit card as she approached us with the check. Without glancing for the total amount of our bill, I placed my credit card in the pocket of the check holder and handed it back to her.

"Thank you."

She smiled and licked her lips before turning away.

Jesus! Those lips looked deliciously soft. And juicy. Did she do that on purpose? Why would she tease me like that?

It wouldn't be a struggle to swiftly pick her up and hang her over my shoulder.

If only I could just carry her out of here back to my place.

I wished, pathetically, because I knew I had to handle this in a public manner.

I had to stick with my plan.