This was more like it. Amber purred in appreciation, the feel of her lips between his doing things to her that almost made her forget her earlier resolution to go slow. She pushed into Eric, wanting more. She loved the shivery warmth he excited in her and how everything, problems included, seemed to melt away as they kissed.
She was smiling very, very hard as they separated.
They never did get around to drinking their second set of coffees. Oh well. Probably someone if the staff liked drinking disgusting, leftover coffees reheated in the microwave. And if no one did, they could just chuck the coffees down the drain whole. No biggie. Amber got up to retrieve her purse from the other seat, where she'd left it, and dug out her wallet, only to turn around and see a pile of cash on the table that more than covered their joint expenses. Didn't Eric know better by now? She wasn't some whore whose meals he had to pay. "I'll get my half," she said in a tone that'd brook no argument. It didn't matter how gentlemanly Eric was, this was a point of pride. If he insisted on getting the whole bill, it'd be a tacit insult to her independence. It wouldn't be a big deal as long as he didn't make it into one.
Amber put down some bills that'd more than cover her part plus gave a generous tip. Their waitress had been very good, quick to serve them and pretty competent for her kind of work. Amber had noted how much she'd improved since the last time she'd seen her, and she wanted to show there were ample rewards for doing well.
She picked up her coat and slid back into it, the fabric cool from not having been used recently. "Ready?" Amber asked. They were driving there separately, but they could walk out together. She extended her hand.
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She was smiling very, very hard as they separated.
They never did get around to drinking their second set of coffees. Oh well. Probably someone if the staff liked drinking disgusting, leftover coffees reheated in the microwave. And if no one did, they could just chuck the coffees down the drain whole. No biggie. Amber got up to retrieve her purse from the other seat, where she'd left it, and dug out her wallet, only to turn around and see a pile of cash on the table that more than covered their joint expenses. Didn't Eric know better by now? She wasn't some whore whose meals he had to pay. "I'll get my half," she said in a tone that'd brook no argument. It didn't matter how gentlemanly Eric was, this was a point of pride. If he insisted on getting the whole bill, it'd be a tacit insult to her independence. It wouldn't be a big deal as long as he didn't make it into one.
Amber put down some bills that'd more than cover her part plus gave a generous tip. Their waitress had been very good, quick to serve them and pretty competent for her kind of work. Amber had noted how much she'd improved since the last time she'd seen her, and she wanted to show there were ample rewards for doing well.
She picked up her coat and slid back into it, the fabric cool from not having been used recently. "Ready?" Amber asked. They were driving there separately, but they could walk out together. She extended her hand.