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Date: August 30th, 2026 1:27 PM Author: lfo
Heather allowed her heel to dangle off the toe of her right foot, bobbing slightly as her calf perched across her left knee gave it that rhythmic pace, the glint of the bright crimson sole entrancing Jayden when he should have been looking at his menu. But he couldn't, and he just stared.
It's not polite to stare, of course, but a small smile creased her lip as she watched him. She could break the trance by stopping the flick of her angle, but she didn't, and she wouldn't, for now. She tugged lightly at the pearls at her neck, then beckoned a nearby waiter.
"Sauvignon blanc and French fries for me," she intoned, snapping Jayden out of his trance for a moment, then added, "and just French fries for him, too. Some ketchup, too."
The waiter bowed wordlessly, in some awe, and trotted away. Heather glanced back at Jayden, lowering her gaze as she kept that bemused smile across her lips.
"Why do you keep staring at my feet?" she asked, knowing the answer, but asking with a mix of playfulness and intensity that made Jayden hesitant to answer, as if trying to process what type of answer to give.
"Why do you keep starting at my feet?" she asked again, with more of a whisper, and now her foot had slipped from its slipper as she slide it under the table between his thighs. "Tell me," she ordered.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5898825&forum_id=2],#50104044) |
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