One Size Fits All (The Classy ‘n’ Sassy Series Book 3) (18 page)

CHAPTER
Twenty-Five

P
enny washed
the sauté pan and set it in the drying rack as Theo dried a plate. They stood in content silence, a homey moment, as they cleaned up after dinner, the third night in a row that they had stayed in and cooked. This was quickly becoming their life, and she loved every second.

Soon they’d head over to The Red Brick and start their evening. It all felt a little surreal. Like when she was a little girl and played house with her stuffed animals. But Theo was far cuter than Mr. Bear.

As she took a sponge and wiped a few splotches of sauce off the stovetop, her text alert sounded. Weird. The only person who texted her was standing five feet away. She grabbed her phone and wouldn’t have been more surprised if it was a text from the president.

It was from Jack.

Hey. It was good seeing you at the party. I’m glad you’re doing well. Happiness agrees with you. You looked beautiful.

What the hell was that about? He’d never told her she was beautiful when they were married.

Theo’s hands curled around her hips, his lips to the nape of her neck. She quickly closed out her messages and silenced the questions nagging at her brain.

“Don’t you start. We need to leave soon.”

“Come on. Just a quickie.” His lips moved to her earlobe. “I promise we won’t be late.”

“But I need to fix my hair and . . . ” It was hard to form words with his hand inching into the waistband of her yoga pants. “ . . . makeup.”

“You look beautiful just the way you are,” he said as he flicked her clit, his fingers already soaked with her wetness.

“Okay,” she said with a sharp intake of breath as his finger sent another jolt of pleasure to her core.

That one-syllable word was apparently all he needed. He dropped her pants to the floor, his own following with the rustle of a foil package. Geez. Did he keep a supply of condoms on him at all times? She thought to ask, but the thought was eradicated the second he bent her over the small café table and pushed himself into her.

Ho-ly fuck. One hand griped her hip as he thrust into her, the other still fondling her clit. Man, he was good.

Her body climbed toward its peak and he moved faster. An eruption of pleasure rocked her body and she arched more, lifting her ass higher, welcoming him deeper. A few more pumps and he found his own release.

He bent and kissed her spine. “See. I told you we wouldn’t be late.”

“You most certainly did.” Help with the dishes followed by a quickie in the kitchen. If this is what domestic bliss with Theo would be like, sign her up.

“But I promise to take my time later on.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

He pulled out of her and she straightened. A hand to her waist, he turned her to him, pulling her close. After a peck kiss to her lips, he pulled back, a smile blossoming, adoration in his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Penny replied and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a far deeper kiss in return. “But now we really need to get ready.”

His shoulders slumped. “Okay.”

Penny headed to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, and searched for her Red Brick tee. Her lady parts were still sensitive from their kitchen quickie, a scene that would keep her in pleasant thoughts for days, if not a week. Which was a necessity these days. She needed something to focus on during the misery of her day job. The past week had been rough at Classy ’n’ Sassy, after the most recent confrontation, and it helped to think about happy things. If she kept her mouth shut, did her job, and daydreamed about Theo, it made time there go by faster.

Penny pulled on her tee and a pair of jeans then did a quick brush-through of her hair and pulled it into a ponytail. And Theo had been right. She did look good. The postorgasm glow did wonders for her complexion. She dusted on a little face powder and fixed her eyeliner. Done.

“Ready to go?” she yelled as she headed out of the bedroom.

“If I have to.” Theo stood in the kitchen in his black tee and jeans, looking so damn sexy. He stepped to her, curling his finger around her belt loop, and tugged her to him. “Though I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“I think Seth and Shelly would be pretty mad at us if we ditched them.”

“Probably. But they’d get over it.”

“Listen,” she said, and giggled as she stepped away. “I already have two bosses pissed at me. I don’t need a third.”

“Bryn and Mia will get over it. Just give them time.”

Penny was done giving them time. She was moving on with her life to bigger and better things. Her job at Classy ’n’ Sassy was just a job. And as far as friends, she was making new ones. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t wait to see Shelly.

She grabbed her purse, coat, and cell phone, remembering the text from Jack. She wouldn’t even justify it with a response. She swiped her screen and deleted the message. She had Theo. A man who truly loved her. She had no use for Jack or his compliments.

Theo held her hand as they walked to The Red Brick, only a few blocks away. It was a gorgeous fall evening, already dark at seven thirty. Penny used to hate the end of summer and sunny warm days. But this year she was looking forward to snuggling up with Theo on cold snowy nights, a blanket around them, sipping mugs of cocoa. Another lovely daydream to get her through her miserable days.

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THOR SAT
on his stool by the door, watching Penny talk with Shelly. She was so beautiful when she smiled. Her eyes were lit like stadium lights, her cheeks still rosy from their kitchen quickie. But when she turned her gaze on him, that sparkle turned naughty.
I’m one lucky bastard.

“Hey, man,” Seth said, and slapped him on the back, pulling him from lusty visions. “You know they’re talking about us, right?”

“By the looks of it, it’s good.”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure how I feel about my best friend’s girl knowing all about my sex life. You know how girls are. Next thing you know, she’ll be giving you all my moves.”

“Trust me. I won’t let her share with me. I don’t want to know about it. And besides, I got my own moves.”

“Okay,” Seth scoffed. “On second thought, maybe she should share my moves with you.”

Thor opened his mouth to retort, but the door opened behind him.

“Duty calls.” Seth stepped away, tossing out one last comment. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to give you my best orgasm tips.”

“He certainly doesn’t need any tips on how to give a woman an orgasm.”

The voice behind Thor sounded familiar. He turned toward it, enveloped in a busty hug before he had a chance to prevent it.

“Hey, baby,” Monique purred, pressing her tits into him tighter before releasing him. “It’s been too long.”

His head swiveled toward the bar. Thank God Penny was busy taking an order at one of the tables. If he was lucky, he could get Monique away from him and keep her away for the rest of the night and he wouldn’t have to deal with her.

“Uh . . . yeah,” he said, meeting her gaze again.

“What are you looking for?” she asked. “Everything you need is right here.” She tossed her black hair over her shoulder—as dark as the eye black his players wore—and leaned in closer. “I miss you, baby. When’s your break?”

“I’m with someone now,” he said, and stepped away from her.

“So? That doesn’t bother me.”

“It’ll bother her.” Thor was prepared to be respectful, but Monique’s blatant disregard pissed him off. “I would never do that to her.”

“Okay, fine.” She held her hands up in surrender. “But the second she isn’t giving you what you need, you know where to go.” She strutted toward the bar and found a seat with her posse, half of which he had slept with.

Shit. This wasn’t like the dog park. That had been completely random. But The Red Brick? There were bound to be many instances where his ex–fuck partners would show up and Penny would be there. He’d just have to make damn sure they knew he was taken and proud of it.

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PENNY TRIED
to forget about the scene she witnessed with Theo and that slutty girl
at the bar
. What’s the point of wearing a shirt if your boobs are practically falling out of it anyway? She set her empty tray on the end of the bar and took a few deep breaths.

“You okay, hon?” Shelly asked.

“Yeah. Fine.”

“You don’t look so fine.”

Penny met her friend’s concerned gaze. “It’s that girl at the bar. The one with the black hair.”

Shelly looked. “She comes in here with her crew every couple months. They annoy us for a few weeks and then they move on. It’s a constant cycle, so get used to seeing them.”

“Great. When she came in she practically shoved her boobs in Theo’s face. Did they . . . ? Have you ever seen him . . . ?”

Shelly’s lips curved downward. “Yeah. They used to hook up pretty frequently. I’m sorry.” She rested her hand on top of Penny’s. “But he loves you. And he’s a great guy. He’d never screw up what you have. So don’t spend one more second worrying about that slut. She’s so not worth the wrinkles.”

A faint smile formed on Penny’s lips. “Thanks.”

It was the dog park all over again, but this time way worse. Penny knew Shelly was right, but it sucked. Theo had a promiscuous past, and if she loved him and wanted it to work, she needed to get over it. Easier said than done.

She went about her evening, waiting on tables, delivering plates of wings, chicken fingers, french fries, and every kind of drink the bartenders could create. She took a break with Theo and shared a plate of panko-crusted, deep-friend cauliflower—Seth’s newest creation. As he kissed her cheek and wiped away a spot of Parmesan dipping sauce from her lip, the horrible thoughts of that woman faded away. It was just her and Theo and the fabulous future that lay ahead of them.

“You guys almost done?” Seth asked, peeking his head into the back room. “We just got a rush of new bodies.”

“Yep,” Theo said, and popped the last morsel into his mouth. “And you definitely need to add these to the menu.”

“Will do. Now get in here.”

Penny followed Theo and retied her apron around her waist. After another quick kiss, he said, “Couple more hours and then it’ll be just us.”

“Can’t wait.”

Penny grabbed her order pad and checked to see if her section had new customers. A table of men decked out in football paraphernalia, eyes glued to the screen above the bar, had taken over her section. The rest were the people she’d already waited on. But then she noticed the corner booth, full of boobs.

“I’ll take that table if you want,” Shelly said into Penny’s ear.

“I got it,” she said, a wave of confidence rushing over her. She was a big girl and could handle it. She strolled over and flashed her brightest smile. “Good evening, ladies. Can I get you something from the bar or off the menu?”

“Five shots of tequila,” the black-haired one demanded. “And make sure the limes are fresh. I don’t want the ones sitting behind the bar.”

Penny scribbled it on her pad, then looked around the table. “Anything else?”

“Nope. So run along and fetch our liquor.”

Penny forced a grin. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Her smile flipped the second she turned her back.

“Let me guess,” Shelly said as she met her at the bar. “Fresh lime slices?”

“I suppose this is a frequent request?”

Shelly rolled her eyes. “More like a frequent pain in my ass. I’ll have Seth pour the shots, you get the lime.”

Penny grabbed one from the kitchen with a pairing knife and cutting board. She cut it in half, then in quarter-inch slices. Seth set the filled glasses on her tray and she added a small bowl of lime wedges, giving them some extra just in case. And of course, the salt shaker. She headed back to the corner table.

“Here you go, ladies.” She set the glasses in front of the girls.

“You spilled some of mine,” the one with the black hair said.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get a towel and clean it up.”

“Bring the bottle while you’re at it and replace what spilled out.”

Penny looked at the glass and it hardly looked different from the others. The “spill” was a dime-sized splotch. Was she for real?

“Oh my God! Are these seriously the limes you’re giving us?”

Penny faced the woman again. “Is there something wrong? I cut a fresh lime, just like you asked.”

“Could they be any thinner?” She held one up to the light, tossed it on the table, and reached for another. “We’ll hardly get any juice out of these.”

“I’m sorry. That’s how we always cut them.”

“Well, obviously you’re new here, and you don’t know anything. Bring us new limes and make them at least double the thickness.”

Ridiculous. This slutty chick had already shoved her giant fake breasts in her boyfriend’s face, and now she was being a total bitch about fucking limes.

“Is there a problem here?” Theo asked, sidling up to Penny, his hand curling around her waist.

The black-haired she-devil looked to Theo, to his hand, then back to his face. “When you said you were taken, I thought it’d at least be with a hot girl.” She laughed, her gaggle of tramps laughing along with her.

“You’re out of line,” Theo said.

That’s it? That’s all he was going to say after this bitch called Penny ugly?

“I can’t help it if you don’t like the truth.”

“I think you should leave.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, making her tits pop out even more, something Penny didn’t think was possible. “I’m not leaving. If the truth hurts, too damn bad. It’s not a reason to throw me out. Go away so I can get trashed with my girls and find some other hot guy to fuck tonight.”

Theo stepped back and grabbed Penny’s hand. “Let’s get back to work.”

Seriously? That was it? He was just going to slink away?

“I’m sorry,” he said when he got her away from the table. “I would’ve thrown them out, but I know how much money they spend in here. I can’t let Seth lose out on that.”

Anger surged through her, but as pissed off as she was, she understood. She’d have Shelly take care of them the rest of the night and it would be fine.