Chapter 7April stared after the busboy she hadn’t been expecting. My God he was hot. And his hair…so curly and the exact color she wished hers was, although red didn’t exactly suit her, so she’d gone with strawberry blonde. She’d used the excuse of tying his hair into a man bun to test the texture, and it was just so freaking soft. What would it feel like stroking across her body?
“Oh, no, girl,” she muttered to herself. “Just get your thoughts out of the bedroom!”
“You say something, April?” Lamont asked.
“No.”
“Right. You going to see the boy again?”
She sighed. “It isn’t likely. I don’t have his number, and he didn’t ask for mine.”
“I’ll bet the boss has it.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Shut up, you, and get that spin dip for table fourteen.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned broadly but g
