On the Dance Floor

Riley

I laughed and turned back to the bar. "I had to set up the experiment. Now, let's introduce the possibility of sex and see if he bends."

"Bends? How? There aren't any limes." She pressed her arm against mine and shook her head at me.

"Sure there are. He's working in the biggest bar in L.A. They have limes. Just bite your lip and look innocent when I glance over at you."

The guy headed back as Charlotte started to ask another question. I nudged her and squeezed my shoulders together, forcing my breasts to rise a little.

His eyes moved down me like he hadn't been standing in front of me five minutes before. "Here's your beer, pretty girl. Looks like it's on the house tonight."

"Thank you." I took the beer and pressed it to my lips as I watched him closely. "What time do you get off?"

His eyes widened a little. "Tonight?"

"Mmhmm." I took a sip and put the beer down before licking at my lips as if trying to capture every. Last. Drop.

He swallowed and shrugged. "Around three."

"Good.