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.