“Time to go,” I say into her ear. “Why?” “The drunks will be leaving soon and the parking lot gets pretty tough after closing. Besides, I have to load out and I’d feel better if you were on your way home.” “Okay, we can’t hear each other anyway,” she shouts over the music. “Walk me to my car?” “Of course.” This is the plan, a romantic kiss goodnight and then ask her out for a regular date, one that includes linen table cloths and maybe a movie, like the normal people from Sterling Hills do it. She puts one hand against my chest, slips her feet back into her heels and slowly slides off my lap. I spread my legs as she stands. She steps between and stares at me with those smoldering eyes and then leans over until our faces almost touch. “Are you ready for me?” she asks through that mischievous grin.
