Sixty Two

Mitchell, Garrett Norman's supposedly special mistress, is dressed outrageously. Aside from the loud makeup which is not the only thing I notice as I move my eyes to the plunging neck of the other woman's body hug dress, her breasts were partially covered. An amazing feat of the dress I must say.

I recall our encounter at the party when I almost got slapped with those sizable breasts and I scrunch my face at the unpleasant memory.

"Hello Liam Knight. You look dashing" her voice drops as low as a throaty whisper. Her eyes were literally striping his cloths, eye fucking him.

I puke in my mouth, taking my gaze back to the menu. I have no idea what Caesar salad is but it is the most recurring dish on the menu. But my attention zeros on the honey roast duck and chicken cordon bleu. Those certainly had to be good.

"And won't you introduce me to your lovely company?"

My gaze moves once again from the menu to Mitchell whose nose is twitched like a hound scenting a fox. Her curly brown h