“Is it that guy over there?” Max demanded and I followed his arm to a huge waiter who was carrying four trays at once and making it look easy. “No, but he’s hot,” I agreed, checking him out. “Maybe I should ask him to come and fluff my pillows later…” “I can do that for you if you need help with it,” Caleb piped up and Darius set his glass down hard enough to rattle the cutlery. I glanced at him in surprise, but he wasn’t looking at me, he was scowling at the hot waiter who seemed to notice and promptly left the room.
