Foreman sobered a bit at Amber's mention of the police. The manager could very well have called the police on them. If the restaurant had been any busier. If someone else had wanted to use the bathroom, or if anyone had been seated closer to their table and had complained. Getting kicked out was probably the lightest punishment possible. And 'a few times'--what did that mean? Casual fucks, or something like this? Foreman couldn't say, even to himself, what 'like this' was, but he had a sudden urge to ask leading questions until he'd figured out a bit more about Amber's history, how many men there had been, how many serious boyfriends. What the competition was like. He took a drink of the wine Amber had poured to distract himself.
"Her?" Foreman spared another glance for the woman across the room. "No." She wasn't unattractive, but she was nothing special, especially considering the comparison. Not his type. Foreman could usually get a knockout in one way or another. But Amber's implication wasn't lost on him, and for no reason, other than brainstem instinct, Foreman's mind leaped to Thirteen. The three of them, Amber smirking at him as she lowered her head to suck on Thirteen's nipple, while both of them were draped over him, their hands exploring. It was a hell of a fantasy. Foreman's mouth curved in a smirk he tried to hide. Knowing how Amber felt about Thirteen, he'd be suicidal to even suggest it. He didn't need to have his ass handed to him for the second time tonight. It was an image he wouldn't soon forget, though, even if his dick couldn't so much at twitch at the idea right now. Hell, maybe he was wrong; maybe Amber would bring up the idea, and ask for his input. He couldn't really rule anything out, after the nights they'd had so far.
He barely held back his chuckle when Amber slyly sent the waiter away. Subtle wasn't her flavour of choice. He took a bite of his kebab--the meat was tough and chewy, but he supposed that was his own fault, and he finally managed to swallow. "We're going to be banned from this place," he said, but he still couldn't bring himself to regret it. He tipped his head back, considering Amber slowly. "What's the wildest thing you've done?" he asked.
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"Her?" Foreman spared another glance for the woman across the room. "No." She wasn't unattractive, but she was nothing special, especially considering the comparison. Not his type. Foreman could usually get a knockout in one way or another. But Amber's implication wasn't lost on him, and for no reason, other than brainstem instinct, Foreman's mind leaped to Thirteen. The three of them, Amber smirking at him as she lowered her head to suck on Thirteen's nipple, while both of them were draped over him, their hands exploring. It was a hell of a fantasy. Foreman's mouth curved in a smirk he tried to hide. Knowing how Amber felt about Thirteen, he'd be suicidal to even suggest it. He didn't need to have his ass handed to him for the second time tonight. It was an image he wouldn't soon forget, though, even if his dick couldn't so much at twitch at the idea right now. Hell, maybe he was wrong; maybe Amber would bring up the idea, and ask for his input. He couldn't really rule anything out, after the nights they'd had so far.
He barely held back his chuckle when Amber slyly sent the waiter away. Subtle wasn't her flavour of choice. He took a bite of his kebab--the meat was tough and chewy, but he supposed that was his own fault, and he finally managed to swallow. "We're going to be banned from this place," he said, but he still couldn't bring himself to regret it. He tipped his head back, considering Amber slowly. "What's the wildest thing you've done?" he asked.