The hostess scanned my outfit from head to toe with a single raised eyebrow, confirming what I already knew - I was way underdressed and didn't have a care about it. I was tired, hungry, my feet were already starting to swell, and my back was throbbing from the car ride. Not to mention, I was still horny from Ken's stunt earlier in the closet. This night was going to be a disaster, I could just feel it.
"Hi, we have a reservation under Carmichael," Ken relayed emotionlessly.
"Of course! Right this way sir!" she responded immediately. I wish I had the amount of energy she had.
We reached our table which was thankfully right next to a window. At least I would have something to distract me from my distaste for Ken's father. Ken pulled out my chair for me and I thanked him with a chaste kis
