Hung (Under Revision)

2: Attraction

Liam

My eyes fix on that fine waitress's ass as she walks away from our table. 

Skye, she said her name was. Appropriate for such a heavenly body.

Despite what my sister, Julie, had promised, my date's turned out to be yet another gold digger. I hadn't intended to bring Freya here. But when I picked her up and she was dressed that way, and she had giggled, actually fucking giggled, at every little thing I said, it had become pretty fucking obvious that she was more interested in my money than in me.

Why did I let my sister set me up on a blind date? I knew it would end up like this.

Normally I show them a good time for the evening — in and out of my bed — but Freya annoyed me from the start and I thought I'd have a little fun with her.

When I saw the glowing red Johnny's Roadhouse sign, I slammed on the brakes of my Maserati and pulled into the parking lot. 

Freya's mouth had hung open in shock when I told her there'd been a change of plans. Yacht party out, low-end restaurant in. If she handles herself well here she might — and that's a very big might — get a second chance.

This place is perfect for Freya. I'll bet it's her first time sitting in a booth. Or the first place she's ever been with license plates on the wall. Why am I wasting my time with her?

Skye returns to our table.

"Have you decided yet?" Her big brown eyes shine as she said it.

"Where are the salads? I don't see any on the menu," Freya said.

"There's chicken caesar in the chicken section," Skye said, pointing to the menu.

"That's it? Where are the healthy ones?"

"I can do it without the chicken if you prefer."

"Do you have any idea how many calories are in caesar dressing?" Freya's lip curls into a snarl as she said it, implying Skye is the dumbest person alive.

"Would you like the dressing on the side?"

"No I would not. I'm not about to eat plain romaine lettuce."

Skye glances at me, a look of exasperation on her face. I can't help but smile; it's all I can do not to laugh out loud at Freya.

"How about a burger?"

"No! I haven't eaten a burger in years, and I'm not about to change that now."

"I can do it without the bun." Skye looked at me and winked.

"Don't be absurd."

"Okay, chicken strips in a basket?"

"What is wrong with this place?"

"Bread, then. How about some bread?" 

I'm liking Skye more by the second.

"I do not eat carbs."

"How's the caesar with dressing on the side sounding now?"

"Fine. I saw fruit salad on the dessert menu, I'll just fill up on that after my lettuce." Freya said huffing.

"And for you, sir, what would you like? Another salad?"

My dick twitches at the way she calls me sir. That's something I'd like more of.

"Fuck no, I want a burger."

"How about I add bacon and cheese to that?"

"Perfect, Skye."