At the base of the spiral staircase, she swings around to face me. Her dark hair hangs loose, but giventhat it rests just past her shoulders these days, it doesn’t offer much in the way of coverage. Herbreasts are bared, her n*****s pointing right at me. Along with the V between her legs.
“Eight o’clock,” she says lightly, stepping off the last step. “I’m right on time.”
I bite back a smirk. She’s a bold one. Always has been, really. But now she has the fire inside of herto let it all burn.
“The waiters will be out in a minute,” I say casually.
She c***s her head to the side and smiles. “Great, I’m starving.”
She walks over to the table and places her hand on the chair, but she makes no move to sit down. Shestares at me, her self-satisfied smirk a challenge.
The wai
