CHAPTER EIGHT
Smoke was surprised at Ina's boldness in public. Everyone knew she had a lover and here she was sitting close to him while the whole place watched. Smoke really couldn't have cared less. He was flattered at such a big star showing him affection in front of so many enviable people. They would give their left ball to be where he was right now. His ego leaped twelve notches on the pride scale when she squeezed his leg gently.
"What are you hungry for?" Ina asked, trying to focus her eyes to the menu in the darkness.
"You," he said, simply.
"Aha! The truth comes out. You do want to have a thing with me. I thought so," she said, a sly grin crossing her mouth.
"You're a groovy chick. I'd be insane to say that I didn't Why, any man in this room would love to ball you. You know
