Violet
The hostess advised us it would be a twenty-minute wait.
So, we waited.
Doom and I stood off to the side with him holding me in front of him.
Finally, we were seated at a table.
A waitress came over wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a crop top with a picnic-table pattern.
I had to hold back my eye roll with this one.
But when she came up to our table and practically put her t**s in my man's face?
I almost lost it.
"Baby, I'm not sure what to order. I just know it's not breasts in my man's face."
I looked Doom right in the eyes when I said it.
"You can f**k off. Get your manager."
Doom's voice turned deadly.
"You don't f*****g piss off my woman."
I had to admit it.
That turned me on.
"f*****g loved that you called my ass baby, Woman."
Doom gave a low growl.
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