When they gather their things to leave, Addison steps away from the table leaving her phone next to her half-finished drink. Snagging it, I dart toward the exit to intercept her on her way out. “Addison.” She spins to face me, swaying a little as she does, and I wave the phone at her. “We can’t talk about our kinkfest tomorrow, if you leave this here.” She licks her lips as she takes the device from me and tucks it in the ass pocket of her jeans. “And we can’t be having that now, can we, Sir?” With a final grin, she’s out the door, and I can’t wait for tomorrow.
