Her Double Delite Warriors (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3)

“Really?” Chad asked, sounding surprised.

“Why not?” Michael asked her. She looked up at his stern expression. She was coming to realize that Michael looked serious and somewhat unapproachable most of the time. It was like he was on the defensive no matter what. He was a very good-looking man. He appeared older, more sophisticated, and she was definitely attracted to both of them.

“I’ve only been in Delite for six months or so now. I work at Dixie Chix Tuesday through Saturday.”

“You never go out for breakfast or lunch?” Chad asked.

“Not really. I’m usually sleeping until noontime.”

“What?” Michael asked, sounding surprised, or maybe like he thought she wasted the day like some teenager.

“Well, you’d sleep that late, too, if you didn’t come home until four o’clock in the morning some nights.” He raised one eyebrow at her in response to her attitude, and she quickly looked back down at the menu. To her left, she heard Chad chuckle.

“Y’all want to hear the specials?” The waitress returned in the nick of time right when Michael was about to respond to Alexa.

“Sure.”

They listened while she ran down the list of yummy items for the lunch special.

“Do you know what you’d like to have, Alexa?” Chad asked her as the waitress smiled waiting for her response.

“I’d like the cup of soup and half turkey sandwich on whole wheat please.”

“And to drink?”

“Sweet tea would be fine, thank you.”

“You know what we like, sugar. Make them rare and with Swiss not American cheese,” Michael stated and Chad gave the waitress a smile. The older woman walked away knowing what these two men wanted without asking. She assumed they ate here a lot.

She suddenly felt very hot with the sweater on. It seemed that the diner had already turned the heat on with the colder fall temperatures.

“Are you okay, honey?” Chad asked.

“Yes, I just feel a little warm.”

“Take off the sweater. Lilly, the owner, always keeps this place nice and cozy, especially in the wintertime,” Chad stated and she began to maneuver her arms out of the sweater. She felt a bit self-conscious about the top she wore underneath, but taking off the sweater was a must or she would pass out.

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The moment she took off the sweater, Chad stared in appreciation at Alexa’s top. It was cut low leaving a small amount of cleavage displayed, indicating that their woman was well endowed. She attempted to lift it a bit higher but her attempt was a waste of time. The shirt was meant to show off her curves.

“Better, baby doll?” Chad asked her as she folded her hands on her lap and she nodded.

The waitress came over carrying their drinks and placed them down. They were secluded back here. It was the only table in the back corner of the room and the high seats of the booth hid them well from prying eyes. Chad felt a bit jealous just thinking of the way men would surely look at her.

“So where are you from originally?” Chad asked her as he placed his hand over her thigh. Her legs were crossed but he felt her tense.

She looked up at him with doe eyes and then re

ached for her glass of sweet tea.

“South,” she stated then took a sip of her drink.

“Figured as much with your accent, baby doll. Where specifically?” Chad asked her.

“Georgia. What about you two? Are you originally from Delite, Texas?” she asked.

“We were raised here. Had a place a few miles outside of town,” Michael stated.