Page 101 of Tease Me

“Yes, please.I’ll have the 250-gram eye fillet, medium rare, with mushroomsauceand blue cheese sauce,and I’ll have thepolenta chips and buttered greens.”

“Okay.” She finished writing down my order and lifted the menu off the table. “Thank you very much.”

A quick check of David confirmed he hadn’t moved. I was tempted to switch seats, but then I realized he’d only ever seen me as Memphis. With each ticking second, I relaxed a little more, and before long, I realized that my already perfect view had become even better with David in it.

He sat alone, yetthere wassomething about himthattold me he was happy.I guessed, like me, he’d grown accustomed to sitting alone at restaurants. It wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Lolita wouldgostir crazy if she had to sit by herself at dinner, or anywherefor that matter.

She’d die without someone to talk to. Itwas one of the reasonswhyI loved her.Lolita had a beautiful talent for making everyone feel welcome.

David captured my attention in so many ways.His movements were graceful,calming, and he looked every bit the confident, available man, which was so different from the David I’d first metway backin January.

I contemplatedthe ideathat he may be back on the coast to see me. Well, not me, but Memphis. My insides fluttered at that thought as my brain skipped to the last time we’d been together. He’d wanted me to teach him a few things.

AsI watched him sip his wine and glide his fingers through his thick, glossy hair, I wondered if he’d returned for another lesson.My pussy responded to my pondering with a couple of delightful pulses.

If he was ready to see me, I was so ready for him.

Mymeal arrived,and asI devoured the perfectly charred steak, Icontemplated what other delightful things I could teach David. By the time I finished eating, I was both full and excited aboutwhatthe next few hourswould hold.

David Lawson had just become my thirty-eighth sexual adventure. Provided he was staying in my hotel, that is. I’d be devastated if he wasn’t.

At seven o’clock, Davidwas servedanother glass of wine, so I pretended we were dining together and ordered another one for me, too. I wouldn’t normally drink before work, but what the hell. . . I’d had a tumultuous day.

When my wine arrived, I raised my glass to him. “See you soon, sexy.” I giggled at my silliness.

About half an hour later, David stood, so I tossed back the lastof mywine, grabbed my bag, and headed to the counter to pay. With one eye on him and the other on the handsome guy behind the cash register, I was torn between which way to look.

This yearsurehad changed me. I never pictured myself as a woman who perved on men. . . yet here I am, checking out the glorious eye candy.

By the time I paid and walked out of Steakside, David was just about to disappear around the corner ahead of me. I breathed a sigh of relief at his direction; it was toward the Hot Horizon Hotel.

By the time I reached the corner, I realized I had a dilemma—I had no idea which room David was in.And in addition to that, there was every chance he’d ask Marjorie about Memphis.Lasttime he’d visited my hotel, he’d come to the reception counter, and I’d just been lucky it was me working at the time and not somebody else.

A bold idea hit me, and as I quickened my pace, my heartwas setto explode as I committed to going through with it. With one last deep breath to calm my racing heart, I reachedhisside and looked up athim. “Hi. It’s David, isn’t it?”

“Oh, hello.” He blinked, maybe trying to remember my name.

“I’m Jane. Thenight manager at the Hot Horizon Hotel. We met last time you were there.”

“Yes, I remember. We met out the front on Easter Friday. I’m heading there now.”

“Excellent. Mind if I walk with you?”

“Not at all; I’d be delighted.”

David and I fell into stride together like anynormalcouple would do. I looked up at him. “Are you working on the coast again?”

“No, not this time. I’mactuallyvisiting someone.”

“Oh, a girlfriend?”Holy crap, why did I say that?

“Um . . . well she’s . . .”

“No, sorry, you don’t need to answer that. It was very rude of me.”

“Well, actually, maybe you can help me again.Hername is Memphis, and I left a message with you last time.If she comes in,can you tell her David Lawson is staying in room two?”

I silently sighed with relief. “Of course.”

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