~ Fantasy Lover Part 1 ~ • "Honey, you need to get laid." Grace Alexander flinched at
Selena's overly loud voice in the small New Orleans café where they say, finishing up there lunch. Unfortunately for her, Selena's voice possessed a lovely octave that could carry plainly through any hurricane and it was followed by a sudden hush in the crowded room. Glancing at nearby tables, Grace noted the men had stopped talking, and turned to stare at them with a lot more interest than she cared for. Ah jeez! Will Selena ever learn to keep her voice down! Grace thought quietly to herself with a soft sigh. For the millionth time since they had first met, Grace wished Selena could get embarrassed. But her flamboyant, often extravagant best friend didn't know the meaning of the word. Grace covered her face with her hands and did her best to ignore the curious onlookers. An urge to hide beneath the table, followed by an even greater urge to kick the crap out of Selena from under the table consumed her. "Why don't you speak a little louder, Sel?" she whispered. "I don't think the guys in Canada were able to hear you." "Oh I don't know," the gorgeous brown-haired waiter said as he stopped by their table. "They're probably headed south even as we speak." Heat peeked up Grace's cheeks as the obviously college-aged waiter gave her a devilish grin. "Is there anything else I can get you ladies?" he asked, the looked pointedly at Grace. "Or more precisely, is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?" "I think we have it," Grace said her cheeks scalding. She was definitely going to kill Selena for this. "We jujst need our bill." "Alright then," he said pulling there ticket off and scribbling across the top of the paper. He set it down in front of Grace. "Just give me a call if I can be of any further assistance." It was only after he left that Grace saw his name and phone number on the top of the bill.
Selena took one look at it and laughed out loud.
