Ross, her friend’s ex! And he’s got a logic-bending device!

Alexis opened her eyes in shock.

“Hi, Alexis. You look great today.” Ross smirked and looked Alexis up and down.

“R- Ross!? Why- I mean what- I mean Stacy?” Alexis stammered in disbelief and Ross sat down across from her. Alexis was apoplectic. What the hell was Ross doing here? Stacy’s awful ex? It didn’t make sense!

Ross smiled wide, showing off his white teeth in his darkly handsome face. “Surprised to see me?”

“Yes, asshole!” She blurted. “Why in the hell would Stacy set me up with you?”

He just sighed calmly while staring at her. Something about his grin told Alexis that he knew something she didn’t. And she didn’t like it. “Well, Alexis, let’s just say she owed me one... or two or three.” He laughed then and Alexis felt chills run down her spine.

“Look you prick, I don’t know what you’re thinking and I don’t know what Stacy was thinking but I’ve always hated you. I’m the one who got her to finally break up with your gross ass! So I’m fucking out of here!”

With that Alexis rose and prepared to storm out.

Ross just kept smiling and toying with this stupid necklace he brought out from under his shirt. “But Alexis, you’re already here.”

“Yeah so?”

“So, if you’re already here and this is a cafe, then you should stay and finish your meal.”

Alexis felt a wave of vertigo rush over her. She was already here. Her eyes unfocused. And this was a cafe. Her mouth opened as her jaw went slack. So she should finish her meal. Her posture relaxed and she swayed in place. Stay and finish.

Alexis shook her head slightly. “Yeah fine.” She shot daggers out of her eyes at Ross. Fuck him for being right about anything. But obviously he was right and she should stay. “Fucking fine. I’ll finish my meal.” She sat back down.

“Great.” Ross’s grin widened, which Alexis would have thought was impossible until she saw his shark-like smile.

“Where’s the damn waiter?” Alexis grumbled. She crossed her arms and slumped down in her chair. Great, she thought, this fucking sucks. I have to sit here for an entire meal with this asshole. Thanks, Stacy.

Ross shrugged. “What’s the rush?”

Alexis bristled. “The rush is I want this fucking stupid meal with you to go as quickly as possible.” Alexis hid a satisfied smirk as she saw that her biting tone had finally hit its mark, Ross’ grin faded.

“You know you’re being kind of a bitch.” He grasped his necklace and began fumbling with it again.

Alexis rolled her eyes.

“You’re being kind of a bitch.” Alexis locked her eyes onto him.

“So?” She retorted, it it came out slow. Like she was sleeptalking.

“You’re being kind of a bitch so you should at least give me a nice show.” Alexis’ whole face went slack. “If you’re being a bitch and you should give me a nice show, then you should go adjust your dress so that you show me as much tit as possible.”

Again her eyes unfocused. She was being kind of a bitch. _She was being kind of a bitch. _Her jaw dropped and her mouth hung open once more. Which meant that she should put on a nice show. Her arms dropped to her sides. She should adjust her dress to show off. Her eyes blinked and her shoulders slumped. To show off as much ... tit as possible.

A long moment later, Alexis shook her head. This guy. This fucking douche. Fuck him. His logic was impenetrable and it made her all the more mad. She wasn’t about to stop being a bitch to this fucking prick, if that meant showing off a little more skin, so be it. She’d been out in public in less, god damn it.

“Fine.” She hissed and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” She turned to go and turned back. “If the fucking waiter ever comes get me a Diet Coke.” With that she stormed away.

Ross sat happily and watched Alexis go, her firm butt swaying from side to side as she stormed off to the restroom. Idly he toyed with his special device, the logic-scrambler. He’d developed it at his university and was seriously enjoying the fruits of his labor.

The waitress appeared at his table. “Hey, I’m Kara, can I get you started off with anything?” She said in a bright, practiced tone.

Ross admired her for a moment. She was a redhead with a tight little body under her black slacks and white button-up. He kept toying with the scrambler around his neck. “Yeah I’ll have two diet cokes please.”

“Anything else? Or should I come back when the lady returns?”

“Oh well I’m sure you want a nice tip.” Ross enjoyed the look as the waitress’ face went slack. Just like Alexis. Just like Stacy. “If you want a nice tip, then you should flirt with me as hard as you can.”

He watched as the pretty redhead’s brain rewired itself.

“Oh well if you need anything, anything, you just let me know. Ok? A handsome and sexy man like yourself shouldn’t be left alone for so long.”

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Alexis returned to the table a few minutes later.

Ross grinned wide an appreciated the view Alexis’ bounteous cleavage.

Alexis groaned and sank back down into her chair. She’d just spent an annoyingly long time messing with the strings on the back of her dress so that the front was lower and the back was higher. The result was that the cute and sexy summer dress she had worn into the restaurant was now a really sexy dress, showing off all of what nature gave her.