By the time they arrived at The Lily Pad, Karla had worked herself up into a worrisome knot. How in the world did he expect her to relax and have fun if she had no idea what he intended? She couldn't behave properly if she didn't know how he expected her to behave. This would be a disaster and she knew it.
He made her wait for him to open her car door, and then led her to the bar, her arm draped over his. He treated her like a lady while dressing her up like a w***e. She was so confused.
The interior of the bar was dark, the lights on the walls barely illuminating the place. Even behind the bar was dark compared to how they kept it at Sand Dune. How the bartenders could see what they made, Karla had no idea. She would hate working there for sure. As they entered, most eyes turned toward
