My girlfriend, Letitia, was so amused she was practically cackling. The waiter was staring at me, and I couldn’t help staring right back.
He had just asked if we needed anything else.
“No. Just — ”
“Your number,” Letitia interrupted. “She’ll take your number.”
He gave me an appraising look, and I felt a flush spread from my cheeks to my chest to my pussy. Letitia was having a grand old time.
“Is that so?”
I shrugged, not missing the fact that his gaze had settled on my cleavage. “I mean, I wouldn’t turn it down,” I said, doing my best flirty voice.
He held out his hand, and I stared at it.
“Give him your phone,” Letitia said, rolling her eyes.
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