Wednesday afternoon, around 1:30
“Take half an hour and come upstairs with me,” Lucius urged, leaning against the counter and giving me flirty eyes in full view of a smirking DeeDee and curious customers.
Flustered, I gestured to the crowd around us. “The shop’s busy. I can’t take time right now. I thought we’d agreed that you would bring me food, not take me anywhere.”
“I never said how you’d be fed, just that you would. Come on, love. I made lasagna, and there’s pumpkin pie,” he wheedled. My stomach growled on cue.
DeeDee cut in. “You’re not indispensable, Zach. I’m here, and we have three assistants working today. Take an hour, maybe two. Don’t hurry back.” The suggestive tone of her words made my face hot.
“How…” I began, but was shut up simply by DeeDee pulling me from behind the
