CHAPTER 3
That evening, Ava couldn’t wait any longer. Texts with Ryan all day had her dripping wet. He teased her with pics of the empty restaurant after close, saying the door would be unlocked just for her.
She showed up at nine-thirty, wearing a tiny skirt and crop top, no bra or panties again. The sign said CLOSED, but the door pushed open easily.
Inside, the lights were dim, chairs up on tables, only Ryan behind the counter wiping down the stainless steel. He looked up and grinned huge.
“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” he said, tossing the rag aside.
Ava locked the door behind her and walked straight to him. “Missed your c**k too much. Had to come get it myself.”
Ryan met her halfway, hands grabbing her ass under the skirt right away. “f**k, you’re bold. Coming here dressed like a slu
