as he set his hand on my crossed thigh. “I do understand. But baby, you have to eat.”
I winced and scoffed. “Are you joking? Tyler you have been throwing food at me all day!”
His grip tightened on my thigh, his eyes becoming nervous.
“I didn’t mean for you to notice. I know eating is a sensitive topic for you, but it’s obvious you haven’t been eating lately. You’ve lost weight, and I need to know you’re not starving yourself.”
I was on the verge of tears. I hated talking about food. It was such a demon for me.
“I’m not capable of starving myself. I know I haven’t had a normal eating routine lately, but it will come back. I just have to gradually get into it, okay?” I whispered, staring down at my lap. “I doubt I have even lost that much weight.”
Tyler snorted, “Becca, you have lost a lot of weight, you are way too thin. If you keep up these eating and fitness habits, you are going to be a figureless twig like Ashlynn.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s a good one. With my ass I will never be as thin as Ashlynn.”
“Thank God for that. I like being able to grab on to you.”
I went crimson with embarrassment. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“You like grabbing my fat? Thanks a lot,” I hissed.
Tyler rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “They are called curves, not fat, at least not on you… I love your ass, and it’s hard for me to concentrate whenever it’s in my line of sight.” He ran his fingers from my knee to my upper thigh, scooting closer to me. His lips were inches from my ear as I stared down at my lap. “I love your body and when I saw you last night in your red dress you were stunning, but you needed some more filler here,” he said, tracing his hand to the side of my behind. “You are so beautiful. When will you believe me? I. Love. Your. Curves.”
I peeked up at his guileless expression. I knew he meant it, but I was unfortunately still comparing myself to Ashlynn and my sister, Heather, both skinny and heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Wanting to rid th e subject and put Tyler at ease, I reached out for a mussel and put one on my plate. I glanced up at him, giving him a lifted brow. His lip quirked up as I reached for my fork and put the mussel in my mouth. I chewed slowly. Wow it was good. “I’m eating. Are you happy now?”
Tyler leaned back in his chair and gazed at me. “Yes, and once you eat your SALAD and your STEAK… I will be very pleased,” he smirked. I gave him a wry smile and reached for another mussel, knowing I was going to be bloated by the end of the evening and not just because I took my pill at a different time of day.
~
I felt like I was going to explode as a crawl ed into the Lexus XL. Tyler was grinning from ear to ear at my discomfort.
“I am so full. I’m going to go into a food coma,” I groaned , leaning back into the cold leather seat. Tyler laughed as he pulled out of the valet. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you, touching me is off limits for a while,” I grumbled.
Tyler glanced over at me and his lips quirked with amusement. “But I was going to offer to give you a massage.”
“Okay, fine. But only a foot massage,” I teased. He laughed again and took my hand, holding it to his lips the rest of the way home.
Once we arrived at Union Square , Tyler grabbed my bag from the back seat and opened my door. I was quite cozy from the seat warmers and would have been happy to have my food-induced coma in the warm leather seat.
“Do I need to carry you?” Tyler smiled, holding out his hand to me.
My eyes grew wide. “I don’t think so .” Especially not after the huge meal.
“I would be more than happy to, baby doll,” he chuckled, pulling me out of the car.
I gave him a you must be crazy look and walked with him to the elevator.
I didn’t even take my gray pea coat off and headed straight for Tyler’s
I winced and scoffed. “Are you joking? Tyler you have been throwing food at me all day!”
His grip tightened on my thigh, his eyes becoming nervous.
“I didn’t mean for you to notice. I know eating is a sensitive topic for you, but it’s obvious you haven’t been eating lately. You’ve lost weight, and I need to know you’re not starving yourself.”
I was on the verge of tears. I hated talking about food. It was such a demon for me.
“I’m not capable of starving myself. I know I haven’t had a normal eating routine lately, but it will come back. I just have to gradually get into it, okay?” I whispered, staring down at my lap. “I doubt I have even lost that much weight.”
Tyler snorted, “Becca, you have lost a lot of weight, you are way too thin. If you keep up these eating and fitness habits, you are going to be a figureless twig like Ashlynn.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s a good one. With my ass I will never be as thin as Ashlynn.”
“Thank God for that. I like being able to grab on to you.”
I went crimson with embarrassment. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“You like grabbing my fat? Thanks a lot,” I hissed.
Tyler rolled his eyes and leaned forward in his chair. “They are called curves, not fat, at least not on you… I love your ass, and it’s hard for me to concentrate whenever it’s in my line of sight.” He ran his fingers from my knee to my upper thigh, scooting closer to me. His lips were inches from my ear as I stared down at my lap. “I love your body and when I saw you last night in your red dress you were stunning, but you needed some more filler here,” he said, tracing his hand to the side of my behind. “You are so beautiful. When will you believe me? I. Love. Your. Curves.”
I peeked up at his guileless expression. I knew he meant it, but I was unfortunately still comparing myself to Ashlynn and my sister, Heather, both skinny and heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Wanting to rid th e subject and put Tyler at ease, I reached out for a mussel and put one on my plate. I glanced up at him, giving him a lifted brow. His lip quirked up as I reached for my fork and put the mussel in my mouth. I chewed slowly. Wow it was good. “I’m eating. Are you happy now?”
Tyler leaned back in his chair and gazed at me. “Yes, and once you eat your SALAD and your STEAK… I will be very pleased,” he smirked. I gave him a wry smile and reached for another mussel, knowing I was going to be bloated by the end of the evening and not just because I took my pill at a different time of day.
~
I felt like I was going to explode as a crawl ed into the Lexus XL. Tyler was grinning from ear to ear at my discomfort.
“I am so full. I’m going to go into a food coma,” I groaned , leaning back into the cold leather seat. Tyler laughed as he pulled out of the valet. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you, touching me is off limits for a while,” I grumbled.
Tyler glanced over at me and his lips quirked with amusement. “But I was going to offer to give you a massage.”
“Okay, fine. But only a foot massage,” I teased. He laughed again and took my hand, holding it to his lips the rest of the way home.
Once we arrived at Union Square , Tyler grabbed my bag from the back seat and opened my door. I was quite cozy from the seat warmers and would have been happy to have my food-induced coma in the warm leather seat.
“Do I need to carry you?” Tyler smiled, holding out his hand to me.
My eyes grew wide. “I don’t think so .” Especially not after the huge meal.
“I would be more than happy to, baby doll,” he chuckled, pulling me out of the car.
I gave him a you must be crazy look and walked with him to the elevator.
I didn’t even take my gray pea coat off and headed straight for Tyler’s
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