“Let’s go.”
Crew eyed me up and down once more before he started towards the door.
When we left my apartment, Crew made sure to look over his shoulder the entire way to the car and all the way to the lounge Twenty-nine Thirty, just a few blocks away from my place.
As we walked inside the building, I’d never felt so protected, so looked after, or so beautiful before. Crew was watching our surroundings, but he was watching me just as hard too constantly shaking his head like he was trying to get uncomfortable thoughts out of his head. Or should I say sexual?
Crew and I slid into a booth and looked over the menu before the waitress even came up to the table.
“How can I help you two today?”
“A bottle of 1942.” Crew didn’t hesitate to place the order, and though I wasn’t a big tequila drinker, I would drink anything Crew purchased tonight as long as it made me feel as good as he does.
When the waitress brought the bottle back, Crew poured my cocktail himself and watched my face as I drank it, making sure I liked it.
“This is good, bartender.”
“Good, now you better drink that whole glass, and you got two more drinks to go.”
“Why two more?”
“Because three is a charm and I’m trying to charm you right out of your panties tonight.”
I laughed. “You are so silly, but I don’t have to be charmed or drunk to take off my panties for you.”
He smiled.
“Yeah, you’re right. But after tonight, I hope you and I can go back to being friends and partners in crime again. None of that hostile shit like you were doing earlier?”
“We will, baby. I’m over my little fit, I guess.”
I smirked at him.
“But do you mind if I get our waitress to take a picture of me somewhere in here really quick. I actually feel very pretty tonight?”
“Why would I mind? Pop your shit. Here, I’ll take it for you.”
He reached out for my phone, and once I gave it to him, he stood up and angled the camera just right.
I posed with my legs crossed, head tilted up slightly to the side, letting the moment happen. After that I did a few more poses, and he patiently captured them all.
“Crew, what are you doing now?” I asked when he kept my phone after he was done taking my photos.
“I’m sending these to myself.”
“Why?”
“Because when I’m not with you, I still want to look at your pretty ass.” He made me giggle like not just a couple of hours ago, I didn’t want to fight his fine ass. Now I want to jump on him, but in a much different way.
“Why do I want to leave here before I even finish my second drink, Crew?”
“I don’t know,” he said casually. “But if that’s what you want to do, then that’s what we will do.”
“I do. I just hate to waste this bottle since you have to pay $600 for it.”
“How will it be a waste?”
“Because you can’t take the bottle with you out of the bar. You have to drink it here.”
