The First Night
She smiled when he looked down then quickly away from her cleavage. Guys weren’t used to it and it seemed to get her what she wanted more often than not. Her eyes ticked over him as he flexed his muscles, appreciating this build. Still she reached up and took a pin from her hair and used the tip to dig into the table, etching her name into the wood before sliding the pin back into her hair. “Seems like you didn’t look hard enough. It’s right here Handsome. So. What’s it going to take to get this table to myself for the night?”
Dom couldn't help the good natured laugh that bubbled out of him as she showed him the freshly etched letters on the table. “Danna, huh? Gee, must have looked right over it.” Normally, he didn't have time for games or girls but tonight... Well, he could tell this was different. She was different. Holding her eyes, he tipped back the rest of the moonshine in his glass and then smiled up at her. “...One dance. You gimme one dance and you can have the table all to your lonesome.”
