The waitress giggles. And not in the fake way some waitresses do when they’re being hit on by a customer. She knows we’re powerful and have money.
I bet she’s genuinely interested in going out with either Chuck or me. If anything, she’d get one hell of a tip out of it. And I’m not talking about money either.
“Why don’t you come back and ask for it when I’m done with my shift?”
I don’t pay attention to whatever he replies to her. Yes, the waitress is definitely hot. I’m not going to deny that. But a lot of women are too. I see them every day, and while they may catch my eye for a moment, there’s something fleeting about their attractiveness.
This waitress is the kind of hot that after you see her naked, you’d pretty much be done with her. Once you see her body and fuck her, what else is there to do?
But Lizzie is different. I got to fully be with her last night, yet I still want her. I want to be inside her once again. I want to fuck her in more places than just the backseat of a limo.
Eventually, the waitress leaves. Chuck wads up his napkin into a ball and chucks it across the table at me.
“Darcy, get your head in the game, man.”
“What do you mean?”
“Our waitress is insanely hot. And you were barely looking at her. I would’ve expected you to be all over that. Don’t tell me I get her all to myself without any fight.”
“All yours. Fuck her as much as you want. She’s definitely hot, though.”
Across the dining area of the restaurant, I see our waitress leaning over a counter to speak with a cook. Her skirt is short enough to give us a peek at her tight ass. Hot. But it’s just not doing it for me.
“How’d your date with Lizzie go?” Chuck asks.
“It went well,” I reply.
“Yeah? Did the date itself go well, or did something happen afterward?”
“Something happened afterward,” I say with a smirk.
He doesn’t say anything. He simply puts his fist across the table, which I promptly bump.
That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Can’t a man get some appreciation for getting some pussy? Chuck’s in good form tonight.
“Nice. You got her out of your system. Now, maybe we can focus on some of this paperwork.”
Wait, what?
“She’s not out of my system, dude.”
“What the hell? Darcy, this deal could go through in a matter of weeks. Maybe days, if we work fast
enough. You fucked her. Now move the fuck on.”
“But it was so incredible. I think Lizzie is the perfect woman for me.”
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking now. The infamous Will Darcy has found the perfect woman? Fucking tell me about it. But what can I say?
Chuck apparently has plenty to say. “She has a great body. There’s no denying that. But you can have sex with any woman you want.”
“Fucking her wasn’t like fucking any other woman I’ve been with. It was raw and primal. Like we perfectly understood each other’s bodies. I need to fuck her again.”
I can tell Chuck is only half-listening now to what I’m saying. Fair enough. I ignore him plenty of times. He’s looking at our waitress, who’s now at another table. The guys there are getting a little handsy with her, touching her thigh right where her skirt ends.
There’s a familiar look in his eyes. It’s not that of jealousy. This woman obviously doesn’t owe him anything. He sees it more as a challenge. He wants to know if he can win this waitress’ affections.
“Let me ask you this,” Chuck starts, not taking his eyes off the waitress.