heard some of what had been said. As his fingers slid through pictures captured by his cell, Scott’s lips curled into a wicked sneer. A bout of laughter erupted as he zoomed in on the photo of Mrs. Carter’s perfect tits.
She’s so easy, nothing but a drunkard slut sponging off her rich husband.
YOU ARE NEXT huh?
You bet I am. I’m going to squeeze you dry, Mrs. Carter.
Scott started concocting his latest plan, which included using these pictures to get Mrs. Carter into bed and make her hand over some cash. Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he strode into the restaurant with head held high and a snicker of delight.
What’s so special about that Land Rover guy anyway? He looks like a cocky prick.
As Scott reached the podium, Angie reentered the building. “Hello, Mrs. Carter. Would you like a table? How about a date with me?”
Angie’s laugh rang genuine. “You’re too funny,” she hesitated, taking a step closer to see his nametag. “So funny, Scott. No date and no table, thanks. I’m headed out to the patio.”
After fumbling to take the phone from his pocket, he held it up saying, “Wait, Mrs. Carter. I’ve got something to show you.”
She turned with a noisy exhalation, making an obvious point of looking at his nametag again. “Scott, I’m not in the mood for games, not in the mood for busboy flirtations. Keep it professional, or I’ll file a complaint.”
He plucked at his phone – tap, tap, swipe, tap – and turned the screen to Angie.
Taking a step closer, Angie looked at the photo then glared at Scott. Through gritted teeth she whispered, “Why are you following me? I don’t care about your pictures, you little irrelevant boy. Those are pictures of me talking with my attorney. Maybe I should call him and file a suit against you for privacy invasion.”
Scott stared at her, mouth hanging open. “Oh, Really?” After sliding fingers over the screen, he flashed Angie the photo of her scantily clad breasts, “Is this how you pay your attorney?”
“All right.” Angie sighed. With another glance at his nametag, she ran a hand through her fair-haired mane. She gave a second attempt, her tone like venom. “All right, Scott, what is it that you want exactly?”
Now we’re getting somewhere!
Eyes gliding over Angie’s curves, Scott answered, “Just one date and a little cash.”
Angie’s eyes narrowed. “How much is a little?”
Scott pursed his lips and rubbed his chin thinking, “Uhhhh, fifty thousand should do it.”
Clenching her fists, Angie growled, “No! Too much.”
“Actually, it’s not too much.” Scott voice deepened, head held at an angle. “Your car alone costs more than three times that amount. I’ll delete the pics if you give me fifty-K and go on a date with me. I’ll pay for the date.”
“You’ll pay, huh?” Angie’s eyes tapered to slits. She sucked on her bottom lip then ejected: “All right. Fifty thousand dollars and you handover the phone. You can buy a new one with that kind of cash.”
Scott could tell Angie was pissed, but since his plan was working it didn’t matter. “And don’t forget a date with me.”
Scott watched Angie grind her teeth with pressure hard enough to make her jaw muscles twitch. FURY: today’s heat churning atmosphere.
“Fifty-K, one date, and then you will delete the pictures and hand over your cell phone.” She took a deep breath, exhaling loudly. “Deal.”
Pleased with the agreement, Scott held out his hand to shake on it. Angie looked down at the offered hand and shook her head with a hard blink. “Whatever, asshole.”
“Okay, um, when do you want to meet? My shift ends at 10 p.m.”
“I can’t today, jerk off. I don’t have that kind of money laying around, and the banks are closed at this hour.”
“What about tomorrow? It’s my day off, but I have class until noon. I’d skip it, but I’ve got a test to take.” Scott wouldn’t miss calculus with Miss Turner for anything, test or
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