some champagne?”
“Lovely.” He looked Piper up and down as he took a glass off the tray. “I watched you in the other room earlier. You’re very good at your job.”
The woman remained frozen, her face a mask, the exaggerated cigarette holder pointed toward the ceiling as if she were a mime artist.
“Ma’am, some champagne?”
The woman’s head turned instantly. Her liquid eyes fell to the tray. “Oh, why not,” she said, in a cultured English accent. “It’s pretty decent stuff.” As she
put the flute to her lips, she held Piper’s gaze to the cusp of brazenness. An unexpected electric shock whipped through Piper.
“We own a private club in the West End,” the man said. “We’re always on the lookout for pretty waitresses.”
Piper’s instinct was to set the record straight and inform him this wasn’t her regular job until she remembered her place in the pecking order and didn’t speak.
“Don’t you think she’d fit in nicely, Annabel?”
When the woman looked into her eyes again, another electric shock darted through Piper. It was bizarre. She needed to get away.
“You’re very attractive in a pixie sort of way,” the woman said. “Our members would love you serving them drinks.”
“Is my waitress disturbing you, Lady Annabel?” the manager said, as he approached.
“On the contrary, actually, we’ve been detaining her. You’re awfully lucky to have her.”
Attractive in a pixie sort of way . The woman’s words circled in Piper’s head as she went downstairs, simultaneously welcome and unwanted.
“Almost over,” Todd said.
“I can’t wait to get outta here.”
Piper put her tray on the counter and looked at Todd. They’d been dating for nearly three months and he’d been patient.
“You wanna eat the leftovers at my place?” she said.
“Fine by me.”
“You can… you can stay over too, if you like.”
His eyes shot wide open. “For real?”
“I’m ready,” she whispered in his ear.
“I thought you wanted to revise.”
“I’m assuming that’s a yes?”
Honey bunny, now
“That was awesome.” He looked into her face for a few seconds before easing himself off her body. A trickle of sweat ran between her breasts. Propping his head up
by his right arm, he looked at her lovingly. “Champagne, caviar and you.”
“In that specific order?” she said, her mouth still dry from drinking the bottle of champagne Todd had smuggled out from the event.
“Was it for you as well, honey bunny?”
She wondered how many pet names were made post-coital. “It was good.”
“Just good?” The Bambi stare transformed to one of concern. “What do I need to do to make it great next time?”
“It was great.”
He smiled like a goofy teenager, reached out his hand and began to stroke her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“I hadn’t put you down as Mr. Insecurity.”
“This is just so unexpected. I’ve wanted this for weeks. And then you just decide it’s happening tonight. How come?”
“Is that a complaint?”
He moved to kiss her on the mouth. She offered the cheek.
“I need to get some shuteye,” she said. “I’ve got to study. You, too.”
“Let’s cuddle.”
“It’s too hot.”
“Aaw, come on honey bunny.”
She relented. They lay in silence, the dusky orange light from the outside street lamp piercing the loose curtain weave. The adjacent yellow bookcase glowed and cast a sharp shadow over the
bed.
“I like you a lot, Piper,” he said, kissing the nape of her neck.
She didn’t answer, just lay with her eyes wide open.
“You awake?”
“Against my will.” She gave him a mock nudge with her elbow. “Go to sleep.”
He pressed his naked body closer and cupped his hot hand over her left breast. A moment later, he put her nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
He cleared his throat. “I’m glad Danny’s gone.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I admit now I was jealous of him. He could be here with you and I couldn’t.”
“Lovely.” He looked Piper up and down as he took a glass off the tray. “I watched you in the other room earlier. You’re very good at your job.”
The woman remained frozen, her face a mask, the exaggerated cigarette holder pointed toward the ceiling as if she were a mime artist.
“Ma’am, some champagne?”
The woman’s head turned instantly. Her liquid eyes fell to the tray. “Oh, why not,” she said, in a cultured English accent. “It’s pretty decent stuff.” As she
put the flute to her lips, she held Piper’s gaze to the cusp of brazenness. An unexpected electric shock whipped through Piper.
“We own a private club in the West End,” the man said. “We’re always on the lookout for pretty waitresses.”
Piper’s instinct was to set the record straight and inform him this wasn’t her regular job until she remembered her place in the pecking order and didn’t speak.
“Don’t you think she’d fit in nicely, Annabel?”
When the woman looked into her eyes again, another electric shock darted through Piper. It was bizarre. She needed to get away.
“You’re very attractive in a pixie sort of way,” the woman said. “Our members would love you serving them drinks.”
“Is my waitress disturbing you, Lady Annabel?” the manager said, as he approached.
“On the contrary, actually, we’ve been detaining her. You’re awfully lucky to have her.”
Attractive in a pixie sort of way . The woman’s words circled in Piper’s head as she went downstairs, simultaneously welcome and unwanted.
“Almost over,” Todd said.
“I can’t wait to get outta here.”
Piper put her tray on the counter and looked at Todd. They’d been dating for nearly three months and he’d been patient.
“You wanna eat the leftovers at my place?” she said.
“Fine by me.”
“You can… you can stay over too, if you like.”
His eyes shot wide open. “For real?”
“I’m ready,” she whispered in his ear.
“I thought you wanted to revise.”
“I’m assuming that’s a yes?”
Honey bunny, now
“That was awesome.” He looked into her face for a few seconds before easing himself off her body. A trickle of sweat ran between her breasts. Propping his head up
by his right arm, he looked at her lovingly. “Champagne, caviar and you.”
“In that specific order?” she said, her mouth still dry from drinking the bottle of champagne Todd had smuggled out from the event.
“Was it for you as well, honey bunny?”
She wondered how many pet names were made post-coital. “It was good.”
“Just good?” The Bambi stare transformed to one of concern. “What do I need to do to make it great next time?”
“It was great.”
He smiled like a goofy teenager, reached out his hand and began to stroke her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“I hadn’t put you down as Mr. Insecurity.”
“This is just so unexpected. I’ve wanted this for weeks. And then you just decide it’s happening tonight. How come?”
“Is that a complaint?”
He moved to kiss her on the mouth. She offered the cheek.
“I need to get some shuteye,” she said. “I’ve got to study. You, too.”
“Let’s cuddle.”
“It’s too hot.”
“Aaw, come on honey bunny.”
She relented. They lay in silence, the dusky orange light from the outside street lamp piercing the loose curtain weave. The adjacent yellow bookcase glowed and cast a sharp shadow over the
bed.
“I like you a lot, Piper,” he said, kissing the nape of her neck.
She didn’t answer, just lay with her eyes wide open.
“You awake?”
“Against my will.” She gave him a mock nudge with her elbow. “Go to sleep.”
He pressed his naked body closer and cupped his hot hand over her left breast. A moment later, he put her nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
He cleared his throat. “I’m glad Danny’s gone.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I admit now I was jealous of him. He could be here with you and I couldn’t.”
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