off the bat, two of which ar
an with absurdly huge breasts
red carpet under my feet that c
from this point forward-the man sitting in the middle of the plush white s
e owns the
ole restaurant. The who
e alien feeling travels
obvious: he's the most handsome man I've ever laid
e to it, though. Some
never seen th
t me like he knows
LL
d' complains to the temp
my side pocket. The man I can't stop looking at is flanked by two othe
uburn. But despite his coloring, he doesn't exude an ounc
rnally at my fake bright tone.
ond. Doesn't so much as smile.
him seem a little less inten
their own right. Just that, compared to the hazel
and eyes so dark that you can barely see his i
ll, but wiry instead of built. His blonde hair is scanty, bordering
ing when he'd told me these men were important.
ain unaffected by the way the hazel-eyed man is staring at me-even th
remarks. His voice is rich and deep and
ah. I'm
e'll get a bottle of the
lenlivet '67," the
ice," the blo
fast as I can without another word
ks, jaw wide open. "Full bottles of both? Are th
k they give a
that rich. I gotta go get those
Hurry,
eck my phone. "Fuck," I
nd a whole avalanche of texts. They get
king I'd take you out to dinne
didn't pick up. Where are you? Don't tell me y
k are you and why aren't
less. You know you're not going to be able to make any real money. You quit college, remembe
bottle of whiskey?"
ly. "I, uh... yeah.
one. I know I'm not going to get away with not answering,
. I'm working tonight at The Black Lotus. It
he loaded tray before heading
in. Like I'm burning and freezing at the same time. Excitement? N
er the room. I walk forward and set the tray of alc
order your food n
ice," the blon
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