Remy Linguini Novelas e Histórias

She collected the spoon and used it to feed Remy too. At this point, Lerisa wasn't thinking about Anthony again. Remy is also handsome, and looking dashing. Lerisa couldn't help it, admiring his handsome and happy face. She had heard a lot of silly remarks about Remy being a playboy, and most of the female colleagues had told her he hadn't been in a relationship before, and he would break her heart after sleeping with her. "You're looking handsome tonight, too," Lerisa said. She smiled sweetly at Remy, as she drew her chair closer to him. She took out her phone from her black purse and snapped more photos with Remy and posted them online.

Looks around the group -Cole, Santiago, me -then past me to Aurora and the others ahead who'd stopped walking. "You all coming out tonight?" he asks. "We're doing the aftergame at Remy's place. Nothing crazy." He pauses. "Well. Remy's definition of nothing crazy." Tj looks at Cole. Cole looks at me. A whole conversation in three glances. "Who's Remy?" I ask. "Number eighty-two," Santiago says from beside me. "Tight end. His family owns the Castellan building downtown." He says it the way he says most things- informational, unbothered, like he's simply providing context he happened to have.

I walked into the dining room, where Luna and Adelina were already seated. I took a seat next to Adelina, and we all began to eat. Adelina spoke up first, breaking the silence. "So, Luna, I want you to meet Remington. You can call him Uncle Remy, or Dad." Luna nodded, her eyes fixed on me as she continued eating. I smiled, "You can just call me Remy, it's fine by me. And I hope we get along, Luna." Luna chuckled softly, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body.

He was well over six feet, with curly black hair that he managed to barely tame. His goatee was always perfectly manicured, and I was more than jealous of the smoothness of his skin. He always smelled good and his hands were always soft. He was, in a single word, perfect. I could see how Remy had women, and men, fawning all over him. Shit, I was salivating right now. He poured glasses of Pinot Grigio for both of us as he motioned for me to raise my glass for a toast. I squinted. “What are we toasting?”