Amber checked her lips in the mirror, ran a finger across her eyebrows, then fluffed her hair again before putting the case back in her purse. She settled in her chair then quickly gave her boobs a quick pick-me-up inside her top. She glanced at her phone again: Duke was late.
He'd called and asked to get together with her so she'd gotten them a table at one of her favorite restaurants. She'd positioned herself facing the door so she could easily wave him over once he arrived. She'd already had a quick drink to settle her nerves and another rested between her hands as she anxiously waited.
Duke strolled through the door in full rock star fashion. The hostess, like most thin, would-be-actress twenty-somethings in that part of town, knew him instantly and guided him – in her red form-fitt
