Jarron helps me out of the car and gives the valet his key.
"Did I tell you how good you look tonight?" he says and not in a whisper either.
I know how much Jarron likes my hair when I leave it natural, so I let the curl come through and put it in an up do' to show off the tiger tattoo on the back of my neck. Thirty-five years old and I still love that tattoo.
I'm also wearing my favorite dress, a red number with spaghetti straps and slits up the sides. Since I usually only wear a thong underneath it and nothing else, it's quickly become Jarron's favorite outfit too.
"Ah, Senor Stiles," the host says to us over a crowd of people waiting. "Always good to see you."
We weave our way through the mass of people. My mouth waters from smelling grilled meats and cilantro wafting from the kitchen. I love this place.
"I have your table already ready." The host snaps his fingers.
An eager young man comes over to us. Although I love my men dark, the darker the better, I can't help but be taken in by this young man. Almost as tall as my man, he has dark wavy hair and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Against his light brown sugar-colored skin, he got a response from my body that I thought only Jarron could extract. My nipples hardened right away. I even felt my pussy juices starting to drip a bit.
When the man smiles, I have to look away. Straight, white teeth are always my downfall. It was one of the many things I found attractive in Jarron.
"Diego," the host began, "please seat our guests in the corner table."
When Diego starts to lead us, the host grabs his arm.
"You'll be serving them tonight," he says.
The way he says it and the way Diego smiles like he had just won the lottery, I feel like something is up. The hairs stand on my arms and the back of my neck, a strange reaction to something that should have sounded so innocent.
Diego walks in front of us. I can't help but to scan his body, take him all in. His broad shoulders support his wide back that tapers down into a narrow waist.
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