“So, Ms. Keller, are you ready?” she asks nonchalantly looking up at me. “Oh, um sure, yes that’s fine we can go, thank you for dinner,” I murmur.
Morgan stands and motions for me to walk towards the front door. I pick up my purse and start to walk in front of her. I can feel her watching me from behind. As we approach the still crowded lobby, I can feel her hand on my lower back again. This time it’s comforting, like it belongs there. We exit the doors and I watch as Morgan hands a valet ticket to the guy at the valet stand. She walks back over to me.
“So, are you in the mood for anything more? Dessert perhaps? Or have we reached your limit for this evening, Ms. Keller?” she inquires coolly.
Interesting choice of words, I mull over the possible double meaning in my head. I am not sure
