The Matchmaker's Playbook (Wingmen Inc., #1)(41)

“Yes,” I blurted. “The soup’s freakishly hot.” I leaned forward until my mouth was inches from hers. “Blow?”

“You want me to blow on your soup,” she said in a deadpan voice. “Are you twelve?”

“Thirteen,” Lex piped up. “Quick, tell her about the facial hair you just got. Oh, and his testicles dropped about two days ago, so if he’s handsy, just know . . . he’s brand-new and a bit horny.”

“I’m sad”—I glared at Lex—“that Gabi didn’t succeed in chopping your balls off.”

“Not for lack of trying,” he grumbled, his expression losing some of its exuberance.

“Also”—I grabbed my spoon while Blake handed me some French bread—“Gabi said next time you touch her tits, she’s going to run you over with a lawn mower.”

Lex snorted. “Like she could even start it. And I wasn’t touching any part of her.” He shivered. “Do I look like I want an incurable disease? Hell, I was trying to feel her forehead, and my hands . . . slipped.”

“From her forehead.” I grinned. “That’s . . . wow . . . impressive. Must have been wearing a hell of a push-up bra.”

I lifted the soup to my lips and dropped my spoon. “Shit, that really is hot.”

Blake rolled her eyes, then leaned in and blew over the tomato soup, her plump lips forming the perfect O.

I watched.

Even Lex watched.

The room went dead silent.

She finally glanced up at us.

Lex turned around and started whistling while I continued staring. “You blow well,” I said in my most romantic voice.

“Coming from you”—she shook her head—“I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.”

I kept my face impassive when really I hated that she thought of me that way. And I never cared what girls thought.

Because for the most part, the girls I was around didn’t really do that often—you know, think about anything past having sex. There were no feelings involved, no sharing, just mutual pleasure. Up until now, I’d thought myself lucky to find women who only wanted to get off. Now? It felt like I’d been missing something. Something important.

“Eat.” Blake winked and pulled out a chicken salad and started diving into it like she hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Again, Lex and I paused.

Me because I was absolutely fascinated to see a woman other than Gabi eat food and not talk about dieting.

Lex because his biggest turn-on was Carl’s Jr. commercials. It was his porn. Go figure.

I was never letting Blake eat burgers in front of him. Ever.

Not even the cheap ninety-nine-cent kind from McDonald’s.

“Um . . .” I coughed into my hand when she glanced up and looked at us. “You have chicken just . . . right . . . there.” I pointed to the side of her mouth.

Blushing, she wiped her mouth and shook her head. “Sorry. I’m always starving after practice. And I didn’t have time to pack any protein bars, because I was too busy playing nurse all night.”

“Without the nurse outfit,” I complained.

“You still have that?” Lex asked.

“You guys are . . .” Blake stood. “Well, let’s just say it makes total sense, what you do.”

“What?” I ate more soup now that it was cooling off. “We save women from themselves. And more importantly, we help them get the men of their dreams. If that’s so wrong, I don’t wanna be right.” I winked, and Lex held up his hand for a high five.

Blake moved back around the breakfast bar and pressed a palm to my forehead.

“Ouch.” I nearly fell back out of my chair. “Kinda rough, Blake.”

“Last night you said you liked it rough. Just following orders.”

“I did?”

“Yup.” She removed her hand. Despite the glint in her eyes, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. “Right before you told me to lick your ears.”

“Erogenous zone,” I offered with a smirk. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“Your fever’s gone.”

“Good.” I stood and moved to grab my computer.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Blake jerked the computer from my hands.

“Uh . . . working? I have a near-perfect GPA, and I need to keep it that way. I need to e-mail my profs, make sure we don’t have any new clients that need interviewing, and—”

“Nope.” She held the computer against her chest. “You’re weak from the fever. Today you need to just chill. Then tomorrow you can work.”

“I’m your love coach. If I chill, that means you aren’t getting your man.”

She chewed her lower lip and frowned. “I’ve waited this long. What’s one more day?”

Sighing, I reached for my computer.

She pulled away.

“Blake.”

“Ian.”

I looked to Lex for help, but he’d already left the room.

“Fine.” I sighed. “I’ll just sit here and watch TV for the rest of the afternoon and evening, then go to bed at six.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely.”