#Chapter345
She falters, turns to shuffle over something on the desk, dark hair falling messily from behind her ear over that overly made-up face, and blinks a polite and stunned smile my way.
/"Certainly, Miss err … umm. I shall make sure your party of eight is under one of the ceiling units. Our whole dining room is well ventilated./" Her previous husky and flirty tone shrivels like an overcooked tenderloin and just adds to my irritation with her.
Little tramp making moves on a guy when he has a woman right beside him. She needs to learn her place.
