I tried to ignore the total at the bottom of the little screen, instead focusing on her name at the top. Sashia. A little shudder ran through me, connecting that sexy name to what I imagined her body looked like under her uniform.
Well, do something about it, Paige said, guessing at my thoughts. She couldn’t read my mind, but she did know how my body reacted to that little wave of lust and knew me well enough to interpret it.
I sighed, having no confidence in my luck with the ladies. But when she came back to collect the check and ask if there was anything else I needed, I screwed up my courage and asked if she was doing anything that weekend.
“I’m sure you get asked that a lot,” I immediately hedged. “I don’t mean to be ‘that guy’ so—”
Shut up, shut up, shut up, moron, Paige was shouting in my head.
I hesitated a moment, about to tell Paige to shut up right back. It was the best thing I could have done.
“Not all that much,” Sashia responded. “And I am free this weekend. Let me give you the link to my comm.”
Already got it, Paige said smugly. I’d have to have a talk with her about hacking comms, the bad girl.