The Waiter at Table 6 (Just Tonight, #2)

by Nikki Castle

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’m glad you’re staying. Anyone who isn’t twenty minutes early and dying to meet you isn’t worth your time, anyway.”

“I know when a beautiful woman isn’t being appreciated,” he says. And yeah, he’s definitely gotten closer. “I said it at the restaurant, and I’ll say it again: anyone who isn’t dying to be with you isn’t worth a second of your time.”

“God, as if I needed another reason to like you,” he moans. “Elegant, witty, and tips 50%? I think I’m half in love already.”

I’m thinking you were hot before, but picturing you as a chef? Cooking, and then feeding me? I didn’t have a chef kink before, but I definitely do now.

I still can’t wrap my head around that asshole not showing for their date, because I took one look at Vanessa and wanted to crawl across the restaurant.

“I’m going to hell for letting you get on your knees when I should be the one worshipping at your feet,”

“But I can’t say no to you, can I?” he continues, and my thighs clench. “You want this cock in your throat, fine—I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for being too rough when I’ve got you splayed out before me. I’ll eat your pussy so good, you’ll want to get on your knees every day, just to get my mouth between your legs again.”

“You think you’re not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?” he says in voice like velvet. “You think I don’t look at you and see a fucking goddess? I wasn’t lying when I said I want to worship at your feet, Vanessa.”

“So, just out of curiosity, how do you feel about being woken up with my tongue in your pussy?”

Life’s too short to live in a box.”