… keep screwing around.

I leant in and kissed him again as he slipped another finger inside me. God yes! This felt so good, I almost forgot why I was here. As our kiss grew more passionate, I felt his hand tighten around my thigh, his thumb still playing with my clit, while his other hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple into a hard peak. I was getting wetter by the second, and he could feel it. The power was shifting in his favour as my bodies needs took over and he exploited them mercilessly, heightening my excitement and distracting me from the task at hand. This seemed to last an eternity.

The waitress returned to check on us, and Harry whispered, "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?" His eyes never left mine as he spoke, and the lust in them was like a blowtorch to my resolve. I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady as I slid out of the booth. The room was spinning, but I hoped it was just the anticipation.

Then his phone rang. “Excuse me. This is important,” he murmured, breaking the spell. He pulled out a sleek black device, his eyes narrowing as he read the screen. "I'm sorry, but I need to take this," he said, standing up abruptly. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

The waitress grabbed me by the arm. “Listen you bitch. You can’t work here. And I saw you **** the senators drink. What was that?!”

Her grip was like iron, and the sudden turn of events was like a cold shower on my libido. Panic set in as I realized my plan might just blow up in my face. "It's not what it looks like," I tried to protest, but she was having none of it.

"You think I don't know what you're up to? Trying to roll the Senator?" she sneered. "This is a respectable place, not some back-alley. I’ve already called the police.” She went to grab the **** drink. That was evidence that would royally screw me if the cops got it. Her grip was too tight. I grabbed the drink first.

“No it’s not a date **** ****. Here let me show you,” I said as I drank it all.

The waitress stared in shock and I pulled free and ran for the door, heading outside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I ran for my car as I felt the changes start.