Page 23 of How May I Please You

“Welcome to Andrea’s. My name is Chad and I’ll be serving you today … but do me a favor and sit tight for just a second. I’ll be right back to take your order.”

Journey and I frown as we look at each other before laughing.

“That was odd,” she says.

“Yeah it was,” I answer, shifting my body in the seat to make myself more comfortable.

I wonder at what point in time everyone in the world got so fucking annoying.

Journey sits across from me in a green top with white pants. Her hair is flowing today, washing over her shoulder and running down her chest in a dark waterfall. Her brown eyes stare back at me, making images of last night flash in my mind. I never knew something as simple as sitting across from someone in a diner could be so alluring. My need for this woman knows no bounds.

I clear my throat and momentarily break eye contact before saying, “Stop looking at me like that before I take you in the bathroom again. You know we’ve already christened one of the stalls here.”

Journey’s smile is diabolical. “Oh, that’s right. We did, didn't we? Let me see. If I’m not mistaken, you went in the stall first while I was sitting out here with Summers. I gave you a minute to get situated before I went in and kneeled for you like your good girl. Then you fucked my mouth and left. Do I have it right, Sir?”

I swallow hard as my cheeks heat up from the memory. My entire body begins to warm from the thought of that day and I suddenly have to adjust in my seat again to hide my growing arousal.

“Yeah, I think that was how it happened. That was right after you met your new partner following Winter’s death.”

Journey says, “It was. He and I were barely talking then. The guy seemed so nervous. He was really on edge in the beginning, totally skittish around me like he’d never worked with anyone before. He’s still annoying but I’m glad he got over that.”

“I bet. Meanwhile, I have to get over how hard you just made me by mentioning how we used that stall the last time we were here.”

“Oh, really? Is it fully hard? Can I put my foot on it under the table?”

I smile but speak firmly. “No. You’ve done too much already. Now be a good girl and behave so we can have lunch … so I can take you home and make you my dessert.”

“Mmm, yes Sir,” Journey says, just as the sound of our waiter clearing his throat slices through our conversation.

“Yeah … are you ready to order, or are you still talking about having each other for dessert? Because I can circle back,” the waiter interjects.

At first I think he’s joking, but when I look up, there isn't a hint of a smile on his young face. Journey isn’t smiling either, so I decide to let it go so that things don't get out of hand quickly. Because if my Little Devil snaps, I’m snapping, too, and nobody wants that. Hell, I still hear the sound of my knife cutting through the tongue of the last guy who didn't know how to be respectful.

What a beautiful fucking sound.

“We’re ready to order,” I reply, tapping Journey’s hand so she stays calm with me. “I’ll have the ham BLT with a water, please.”

“Great,” Chad says, turning to Journey with zero enthusiasm. “And for you?”

Journey glares at the young man who looks like he isn't even old enough to shave yet. His hairless face is devoid of happiness and full of attitude. I assume he’s just a kid who doesn't want to be at work today, but the look on his face makes it feel like he hates us personally.

“Journey,” I call to her to break the building tension that has quickly made our little piece of the diner sweltering hot. “It’s fine.”

My kinky detective clears her throat, obeying her Dom.

“Okay,” she says, doing her best as she looks up at the kid. “I’ll have the patty melt if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s fine,” Chad says, snatching up our menus like he’s in a hurry and hightailing it to the back.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Journey asks, frowning hard.

“I couldn't tell you,” I answer with a shrug. “But let’s try not let it ruin our day off together, especially after last night: the club, the Shibari, the guy in the alley, and our night in the basement with our own Shibari show. My good mood is immovable.”

Journey glances in the direction of the kitchen where Chad seems to have scurried off to, but she shakes away whatever thoughts are running through her head and smiles when she looks at me.

“Yeah, last night was incredible. Admittedly, I’m still a little sore, which I always love the day after we have a scene. That’s how I know it was next level.”

“What's still sore?” I inquire, hoping to obtain some new information to store in my memory. Knowing how my Little One feels both during the scene and after it are vital to my growth as a Dominant.

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