Chapter 14

For one thing, the guys were standing so close if we looked at them, they were at crotch level. Not so bad if we were at a strip club or an orgy. But out to eat at a fancy restaurant?

I mean, really, where was I supposed to look? Was I supposed to be staring longingly into Rick’s eyes with my fingers sticky because of the juice from clam and shrimp shells all over them? Or was I supposed to stare out the window? Or at the fiddle player’s appealing bulge in his skin tight pants?

A glance at Rick told me he was embarrassed and nonplussed as I was. I shot him a tiny grin. His eyes lit in a wicked twinkle. Oh, shit, now I had to stop myself from laughing.

I peeked up at the guitar player on my right. He was glaring back down at me. Yup, these were real musicians and I wasn’t being very nice. I looked at each of the guys, who were staring at me.