Where on earth did you come from?” Dolly exclaimed, bold brown eyes raking Longarm’s body from head to toe. “Sit yourself down and let Dolly serve you.” There were at least a dozen other men in the little café, and Longarm could feel his cheeks burn as some of them chuckled with amusement. But there was nothing to do but sit and endure Dolly, so Longarm took a seat near the front window. “You look lobo-wolf hungry to me,” Dolly said, brushing back a strand of long dark hair. “And this is the place to get taken real good care of.” “How about a cup of coffee, a steak, potatoes, and whatever else you can cram on a plate?” “Sure, darlin’!” She leaned over the table so that her massive breasts were straining at the neckline and almost in Longarm’s face. “And I’ll bet a man like you wants his meat hot, juicy, and pink.” “I like my steak medium-rare and I like mashed potatoes with lots of gravy,” he replied. “What kind of dessert do you hunger for, mister?”
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