She stifled a laugh at my reaction, then raised her eyebrows and nodded to the empty chair across from me.
I looked from the chair to her then back again. "Oh," I said, standing so fast the table almost went over. "Sure. Please. Sorry."
She didn't bother hiding her amusement now.
"First time here?" she said, sliding into the chair across from me.
I nodded.
"I'm Susan," she said, stretching her arm across the table.
"Tyler," I said, shaking her cool, surprisingly strong hand.
She was tall, dark, and beautiful. Long, shining black hair framed a model's face with high cheekbones and full lips, bright green eyes sparkling in the dance lights. She appeared to be my age–twenty-eight or so, give or take a few years–but her body was toned like a high school cheerleader with clear muscle def
