She smirks back. “It’s not your treat. It’s mine. I invited you, and I’m not concerned with the price. That’s what I want to eat.” She places her hands on the table and leans over it to tell me, “Youcan have anything on the menu you want, and that includes dessert.”
“And just like that, I’m not in charge.” I laugh, looking back at the choices.
She laughs.
When the waitress returns with our drinks, I give her our order, and she takes the menus.
Jorja smiles at me and says. “Just in case I forget later on, or we get too drunk to remember, I had a really good time tonight.”
“You're too sweet, and I did too.” I slide my hand across the table, and she sets hers in it. I stroke it with my thumb, enjoying the touch of her skin.
We chat about all sorts of frivolous things just getting to know each other. I learn she doesn’t really watch much TV, and I tell her I don’t either. She reads a lot, which is good because I do too. She reads romance and likes action and adventure. We discuss our favorite authors, and when I ask her, “Would you like to go to New York to Bookcon this year?”
Her mouth falls open and flips the switch that causes my cock to harden. This is going to be a long night.
“I would love to! It’s on my bucket list!”
“It’s a date then.”
The waitress brings our food, and it takes me twice as long as it does Jorja to eat. She laces her fingers, puts her elbows on the table, and watches me eat. True to her word, she doesn’t flinch when I cut the steak, and the blood oozes onto the plate.
“You're an animal, you know.” She grins.
“Yeah. I know.” I smirk, stab it, and consume it.
When we’re finished, she slides her credit card to me, but I slide it back. We stare at each other, then she submits, and damn, my cock fills again.
Jorja
Jocko opens the door for me at Hooligan’s. The sounds of a large crowd having fun and letting go of the workweek’s stress rush out. I hesitate, and he puts his hand in the curve of my back. I look up at him from under my lashes, tilt my head, release the clip in my hair, shake it out, pull the top of my dress down another inch or so, hike the hem up more than a couple of inches, and tease him. “By the way, I’m not wearing any panties.”
The look on his face is priceless. Margie was right again. He won’t be thinking about anything else for the rest of the night.
There's a banner stretched behind the bar that reads, “Welcome Home, Jocko!”
As he follows me in, he's hampered by people welcoming him home.
Desi waves from the bar, and when I reach her, she whistles. “Damn, girl! You clean up good!”
“Thanks.” I grin at her. “I was hoping for that reaction.”
“What will you have to drink? I’m picking up the tab tonight.”
“I’ll have a piña colada.”
She flags the bartender down and gives him my order. He glances at me, and his eyes roam, then he grins. “Coming right up.”
“Down, Dustin. She’s with Jocko.”
“Dammit.” He says to her, then winks at me before he spins around to make my drink.
Desi asks as she nods toward Jocko. “How is he?”
“Good. Why do you ask?”
“He was always a hard nut to crack.” We watch him thread his way to us. “I was wondering how much being a Navy SEAL had changed him. The job wasn’t exactly a picnic.”
Dustin delivers my drink, and she takes it from him, initials the tab, then hands it to me.
