"I'm tired of waiting for my family here at the bar. I need to get some food or I'm going to have a really rough night. If... you want, you can join me at the table. At least, until they arrive."
"I would love to stay in the company of such a charming young woman," Lyndon says, laying it on pretty thick. "Lead the way!"
You sashay over to the hostess stand, knowing full-well that you're giving Lyndon quite the show behind you. The hostess is a cute, petite blonde. In your other life, you'd be trying to catch a glimpse without being caught. As it stands now, that's not really a concern.
"I love that hairstyle on you. It frames your face so beautifully!" you say, as you walk up. A somewhat half-hearted attempt at a compliment to smooth over the fact that you are about to disrupt her schedule again.
"Aww, thanks!" she gushes. "I just got it cut today, and you're the first person to notice! I LOVE your shoes! They look so amazing on you. I mean, all of you looks amazing but... " she fades out, blushing a deep crimson. "So.. what can I do for you?"
You are somewhat surprised to find her almost as alluring as you would, given how Lyndon is making you feel.
You request the table you pushed the reservation back on and sit down in one of the benches. Lyndon, without giving you a chance to say anything, sits down next to you, effectively trapping you at the table. You aren't overly concerned about this, he's been a gentlemen thus far.
You do catch the hostess giving him a lingering once over, then she looks at you, and nods approvingly. With a cute little wink. You can't figure out who she was trying to hit on more, but it's doing nothing to lower your arousal levels. Your mind drifts, briefly picturing Lyndon and the hostess, each playing with a different part of you, when the server walks up and (rudely) interrupts your fantasy.
"I see you're waiting on two more, can I get you something to eat in the mean time?"
"We'll split an order of your fried asparagus, and can I get a side of thousand island dressing with that?" Lyndon responds, obviously hungry himself.
You find the request a little surprising. Megan is the only person you've ever met to order Thousand Island with something, but you and your gin don't spend long pondering it and just agree with Lyndon. The server heads off to place your order, and the flirting begins again.
It's not after too much time that you notice Lyndon (at some point) put his hand your leg, near your knee. You feel the warmth begin to spread from the contact. You're about to ask him to move it when...
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