"WHY WOULD I want to fuck her? She's like forty for goodness sake. I don't have a thing for older women!" Lucas shouts from behind me when I reach for the car door handle.
Clasping my mouth as a stray piece of my burger bun rolls down the wrong hole after I gasped, I choke on my food, palm on the Royce for support. You have got to be fucking kidding me, that woman is forty?!
"Are you okay?" Lucas asks in that concerned boyfriend voice thingy that makes my belly churn in all the right ways. He rushes inside the car and opens the mini fridge when I keep choking, taking out a bottle of water and opening it before passing it to me. I accept it and drink.
"I told you to eat slowly," Paul grunts, hands pausing in the air like he doesn't know where to touch. "I'm fine, I was just surprised."
Lucas pats my back lightly. "I was too when I heard it from my dad."