“You should totally take a picture.” Tommy told Cara. He nudged her over nearer to David, who was game.
Marissa took her phone and assumed the photographer’s pose while David swept Cara into his arms and dipped her without any warning. She was surprised, but went along with him which David took as a really good thing.
“Take a couple,” David said not ready to let her go. He made no contact with his lips, but he came close. He nuzzled her hair and faked like he was nibbling the arch of her neck. When she played along, he nearly thought he would lose it. She hitched up her silk-stockinged knee to his hip showing off the lacy edge. He had no choice but to cup her ass. He told himself it was to make sure she wouldn’t fall, but he couldn’t control his hands. When he gripped the firm globe, his heart somersaulted and his cock woke up.
“Good,” Marissa proclaimed triumphantly.
Tommy fist-pumped the air.
“Send,” called out Marissa.
Cara gasped. “Wait!” she ordered. “I didn’t see them. I—”
Her phone dinged while Marissa still had it and her face dropped from joyous to sober when she read the new message.
“What’s it say?” asked Cara, reaching for the phone.
“Don’t look at it,” she said. “David go on. Go to bed. We know our way around.”
Cara took the phone from Marissa and read it anyway. She straightened her spine and made a face.
“You’re right,” she agreed with Marissa. “That was a mistake.”
Rapid fire texts were arriving from the ex. She took the phone and silenced it.
“Problem solved,” she said, and set the phone down.
David picked it up and read it. “Whore?” he demanded. “What is it with guys who want to get their asses kicked tonight?”
“You’re just feelin’ like scrappin’,” ribbed Tommy.
“We know whores, and Cara, you’re not one,” said David.
“Thank you,” she smiled and bowed. “Now let’s not talk about him anymore. I got my shot in and what a shot. Thank you. I hope that wasn’t an imposition.”
David wanted so bad to hit on her, but he refrained.
“It was my pleasure, and I meant it,” he said. “He’s dumb.”
“I have to be at work tomorrow,” she said. “Not till five but still, I’m going to hate the morning.”
“What do you do?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“I’m a waitress—a waitress and a student,” she said. “I know I’m kind of old. But there’s a reason—”
“Old? What?” He smiled.
This would be the time if she were any other woman that he would draw her in close to him. These days he was careful about everything.
“Tommy and Marissa may be old,” he teased. “You’re the youngest one here.”
“I meant for school,” she said.
“You’re only thirty.” Marissa said. “Lots of people go to school when they’re your age.”
“I was just saying—,” she hemmed.