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She holds my gaze as she takes my hand.
Then her cheeks are flushing and she's staring at her adorable pink shoes.
I pull her closer as the server leads us to a booth in the back of the restaurant. He's a smart guy. This spot keeps us away from prying eyes—the ding, ding, ding celebrity in my sights ones and the why are they dressed like that ones.
I wait for her to slide into the booth then I take the bench opposite hers.
She crosses and uncrosses her legs. She leans back in the bench seat. She taps the table with her fingers.
Her nails are painted a different shade of pink. A soft, pastel one.
She forces her lips into an awkward smile as she turns to the host. "Thank you."
He hands over our menus then leans in to whisper to me. "Your server understands your desire for discretion." He steps back with a smile and addresses both of us. "It should be a few minutes."
I nod thanks.
Lacey too.
He holds my gaze for one more moment then he turns and leaves.
Her chest rises with her shallow inhale and falls with her heavy exhale. "You got caught having sex at that club."
I cock a brow. "Did I?" I've been caught having sex at a few clubs. Every time, I've paid handsomely to make sure that stayed out of the press.
Her dark eyes fix on mine. She studies my expression like it's a frame she can pick apart. "You did."
"You have proof?"
"Why do I need proof? We both know. It's in your expression."
"Most people can't read me."
"Maybe this is an elaborate bluff." She shrugs, attempting to play coy. "Who knows?" She leans in to whisper. "Either way, our host and our server apparently think we're here to fuck."
"People don't fuck at restaurants."
"Okay. He thinks you're going to slide into this booth and finger me."
It's not exactly out of the realm of possibility. "I'm glad my reputation is generous manwhore."
Her eyes light up as she laughs. "Maybe he thinks I'm going to crawl under the table to blow you."
I check the space between my crotch and the bottom of the table. "This table is too low for that."
"But otherwise, you'd be game?"
My cock screams fuck yes. "Are you offering?"
She shakes her head. But the way her tongue slides over her lips—she is thinking about it.
Her gaze shifts to something behind me. She nods to our waiter coming towards us.
He does have that I won't interrupt your dirty restaurant sex look about him. He stops in front of our table and drops off two waters with a wide smile. "Can I get you two something else to drink?"
"Just the water."
Lacey looks to me then to him. "Me too."
