“Why does she need to stay, Cap?” America moaned, her voice echoing around the room. “Look at the expression on her face. She already is sucking the fun out of the room. I’m sure Carter has a better server she can send up. I bet there are even one or two who would join us.” She made wide eyes as she plunked down beside him spilling her champagne onto her chest with her jerky movements and she let out a loud laugh. She motioned to him then her chest, licking her lips, “feel free to clean up the spill.”
“Do I look like housekeeping to you?” he retorted dryly ignoring the way her head snapped backwards at his brusque comment. “Giada, pour me a drink.”
“Yes sir,” she nodded and moved to the bar, “anything you prefer?”
“Surprise me.”
It was a test, and she damn well knew it. She pulled a fl
