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He narrows his eyes, no doubt to ask who gifted it to me, but the waitress walks up, her tray full of drinks. Instantly the threat of an inquisition is gone, and Zayne is all charm, his focus entirely on the waitress. “Thank you, beautiful. You knew just the thing I needed.”
The waitress is beautiful, with warm dark-brown skin, gloriously full lips, and breasts that press against the low cut of her top. She’s also incredibly familiar. She’s worked here a long time, and she was definitely a regular in the VIP bar when I used to come around more often. Her name is . . . Natasha! That’s it.
It strikes me all over again that I can flirt with—can seduce—anyone I want. I’m allowed to. I’m single.
What about Wolf?
I ignore the voice, just like I’ve been ignoring it all day. It’s time to have some fun.