She does

The seconds it takes for the woman to reply seem to take forever, but eventually she turns, stalking off to a table where she sits with a young child.

James felt as it his heart would burst, and slowly leant on the counter, as his legs felt like they might give out. He had almost forgotten about Amy, until she suddenly slapped his cock away from her face, scurrying off and trying to make herself at least partially respectable from the available pieces of clothing scattered around the room kitchen.

Slowly James turned, feeling his cock brush against the counter as he did, finding it hard to believe that he was somehow maintaining an erection despite all this stress. "My underwear?" he finally asked, holding out a hand towards Amy.

Amy shot him a grin, having found an apron to hold her shirt closed, and her jeans seeming to be in place. "You can have them as soon as you've made her order," she told him with a teasing grin.