I take all the restraint I can muster and slip a hundred dollar bill out of my pocket, then push it into the grate. “Kiss me.” After a few seconds, it slides back the opposite direction and drops back onto my lap. Then there’s a shuffle and hinges groan, and soft candlelight fills my booth. My gaze slides to Penny darkening the doorway. She stoops to clamber inside and sits on my lap. Her cheeks are wet and warm against mine. She brushes her lips up my jaw and over my mouth, and whispers against it. “This one is free.”
