Waylay pocketed the bills and sat down to get to work. This time, Naomi locked eyes with me. She didn’t smile, didn’t say “thank you” or “get me naked tonight.” But there was still something there. Something I itched to unlock simmering in those hazel eyes. And then it was gone. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing back from the table. “I’ll be right back.” Nash watched her walk away, that bright yellow material sliding over tanned thighs.
