“Oh, do I have you to thank for that?” Lisa seemed comfortable chatting with Paul’s two favorite dancers, even with Paul bent over the table in front of her. “That was a sweet moment. He asked like he hoped for a goodnight kiss which I suppose he did.”
Destiny and Camille laughed. Destiny’s paddle remained pressed to Paul’s butt cheek.
“Well, go ahead,” Camille said, “put your feet up.”
Paul stared out into the club between Camille and Lisa, but he could see Lisa was fidgeting. He expected she was nervously trying to think of a way to excuse herself from participating, but he realized when her bare feet came up over the table and were placed in his face, that she’d been fidgeting because she’d been working off her shoes under the table. Camille emitted a cackle. She tapped Paul’s cheek
