#Chapter345

She falters, turns to shuffle over something on the desk, dark hair falling messily from behind her ear over that overly made-up face, and blinks a polite and stunned smile my way.

“Certainly, Miss err … umm. I shall make sure your party of eight is under one of the ceiling units. Our whole dining room is well ventilated.” Her previous husky and flirty tone shrivels like an overcooked tenderloin and just adds to my irritation with her.

Little tramp making moves on a guy when he has a woman right beside him. She needs to learn her place.

“Good … maybe go stand in there for a bit,...