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She smiles her thanks, slides out of her coat and hangs it on the back of the chair before sitting down. Her back is to the Russian men, the way I want it. The location is not ideal for gathering intel, but Lucia's safety takes priority.
Even over getting the information my brother wants.
Hell. "I shouldn't have brought you here."
"It's not that bad." She smiles at the waitress approaching our table.
I don't tell her it's not about the ambiance, but her safety. I will keep Lucia from harm. Whatever it takes.
Leaving my leather jacket on because that makes accessing the knives in the hidden interior sheaths easier to get to if I need them, I sit down.
Wearing skintight jeans and a t-shirt that molds her curves and shows a slice of skin between the hem and the waistband of her pants, the waitress stops beside our table. She's easily in her late thirties, if not early forties, but she's taken pains to look younger. Mostly successful, it's the lines around her eyes that give her away.
She gives Lucia a once over, dismisses her and turns a big smile on me. "I'm Wanda Sue, but you can call me Wanda." She winks and her red tinted lips tilt in a smirk. "What can I getcha, sugar?"
"What would you like,ílios mou?"
Lucia looks around the bar again and then up at the server. "Do you have any craft beers?"
"This is Portland. What bar doesn't?" the waitress asks, like she thinks Lucia isn't very bright.
My sweet sunshine remains polite though. "I'll have whatever craft IPA you have on hand. With a glass."
That's my woman. All class.
The waitress nods. "And you, sugar?" she asks me.
Lucias's lips draw into a tight, flat line. Oh, she does not like this woman calling mesugar. Despite all the action it got earlier, my cock jerks to attention.
Jealous Lucia is our new favorite flavor.
"I'll have the same as my wife. Wait to open the bottles until you bring them to the table," I instruct her.
Lucia jerks and then she kicks my ankle under the table. "I am not your wife," she hisses at me as the waitress flounces away.
"Would you rather she kept hitting on me?" I taunt.
"A wedding ring is no deterrent for some women." She frowns. "You aren't wearing one anyway," she mutters.
"I am aware."
Lucia crosses her arms, thrusting her tits up in a temptation I have to ignore. I can't even look as long as I want to because I have to keep my peripheral vision on the Russians. And when I look at her luscious curves, it takes all of my attention.
She's wearing her signature red again. This time in a tight thin sweater with sleeves that reach an inch past her elbows. No jeans for my sun. She's got a short black skirt on that swishes around her gorgeous thighs when she walks, teasing me.
I could slide my hand up her thigh and be touching her pussy through the red lacy panties she's wearing under it. Her demibra isn't doing anything to camouflage her hard nipples either.
"You're a fucking temptation, you know that?"
"We're on a date. Isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing? Tempting you." She looks me up and down. "You're certainly tempting me."
"What are you newlyweds, or something?" Wanda Sue asks sourly as she plops two bottles of beer on the table.
Opened bottles.
"Take those away." My tone suggests she not argue.
Rolling her eyes, she says, "Jed opened them before I brought them over."
