Summer pressed herself close to Tony, mouth opening under his expert tongue. She purred softly for a moment before drawing back. “Do they feed us here? I thought I was being taken out for dinner, not drinks and publicity.”
Tony pulled away, briefly stunned by the kiss. “Of course they feed us here. But they’re been watching us,” he nodded over to the couple of waitresses that shied away when Tony looked at them, “figuring we weren’t ready to order yet. What would you like?” He turned his attention back to the menu before him.
“Just a burger, I think.” Idly she flipped through the pages listing the specials. “Yeah, a plain burger with fries.”