“Not yet,” she said. “I haven’t decided.”
I smirked at her. “That’s a lie. I can tell your mind is already on what we’ll do after we eat.”
“You mean when you walk me home and you may or may not get a chaste kiss on the mouth?”
“I was thinking I’d take you back to my place, but we wouldn’t be able to wait until we got there. I’d end up going down on you right in the backseat of the cab.”
“Oh really, while the cabbie watched?”
“We’d pay him handsomely, obviously.”
“I don’t know. That sounds pretty gross.”
I shrugged, grinning at her. “What can I say? I bring the best out in people.”
She couldn’t help but laugh as our drinks came. I held mine up. “Cheers,” I said.
“Cheers.” We clinked glasses. “So, you said you were in the restaurant business?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, what is it then?”
“I own two restaurants. And a few other businesses.”
“Like what?”
I smiled at her. “Does it matter? How about you tell me what you do instead.”
“I’m a waitress,” she said quickly, and I suddenly knew she was lying.
But why would she lie about that? Maybe she was ashamed of her job, or maybe she didn’t want me to know what she did. There was a red flag waving in my mind, but I shook my head and ignored it.
Like a fucking moron.
I finished my drink instead. “And how’s working for tips going for you?”
“It’s okay, I guess,” she said. “I’m more interested in this mystery job of yours, though.”
“Of course you are. I’m sure you’re very interested in what I do.”
“I am, but I get the feeling you’re not talking about work anymore.”
“I’m talking about a kind of work.”
“I’d rather talk about something else.”
I laughed and motioned the waiter for another drink.
“You don’t have to pretend like you’re here for some other reason,” I said. “You want to finish what we started. We both know it.”
“Maybe I was just interested in getting dinner with you.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it. I think you’re interested in feeling my lips against your neck again. You’re interested in how wet I can make that pussy before I slide myself between your legs.”
She went to respond, but the waiter came over with my drink. I sipped it and smiled at the blush in her cheeks as he walked away.
“I’m not here for that,” she said.
“You’re lying a lot tonight. But I guess I don’t care. You won’t lie when you beg me for more.”
“How about we eat first? Then maybe you’ll get lucky.”
“Lucky has nothing to do with it,” I said.
We opened our menus and started scanning the food. I wasn’t interested in anything but her tight little pussy, but that was fine. I could play her game if this was what she needed. We both knew what we were doing here, but if she needed to pretend like we were on a real date, well, that was fine with me. I had nothing else to do, and plus, I liked watching her and riling her up.
“So, do you go to that bar often?” she asked me.
“You already picked me up; no need to use stupid lines.”
She laughed. “I’m honestly curious.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I heard some things about that bar.”
“Like what?”
“Rough people go there.”
“Rough people,” I said, smiling at her. “What do you think that means?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe you do.”
“Am I a rough man?”
“Probably,” she said, shrugging.
“You’re probably right. You were looking for that kind of man when you went in there, though.”
“I was,” she admitted. “What about you? Do you work with men like that?”
I frowned, not liking where this was going. She clearly was trying to ask if I was mafia, but she had to know that was a stupid question. Real mafia men didn’t go around telling people about their fucking connections. And people who knew the mafia knew not to ask about that sort of shit.
This was the second red flag of the night.
“I might,” I said, “but it’s better if you don’t ask questions.”
“Why’s that? I’m just trying to get to know you.”
“You don’t want to know me, girl. You wouldn’t like what you found out.”
“Try me. What’s so bad about you?”
“You should be careful.”
“Are you a bad man, Rafa?”