We got to the corner, Knight shifted me in a way I knew he wanted me to plant my bottom in the seat so I did. He moved in beside me, close beside me, slid an arm along the back of the booth seat but his eyes went across the platform, locked on something and he jerked up his chin.
I followed his eyes and saw the cocktail waitress rushing our way.
Then I felt my glass sliding out of my hand. I looked down to see it was now in Knight’s then I followed it to watch him hand it off to the cocktail waitress.
“Anya gets San Pellegrino the rest of the night starting now,” he ordered, she nodded and dashed away.
I looked at Knight.
“What? Why? I have a VIP card. Kathleen dropped it off for me. I’ve never been a VIP. I need to live it up.”
“Babe, you’re mine. Anytime you’re in Slade you’re a VIP and drink free.”
Oh.
Cool.
“Really?” I asked.
He stared at me then shook his head and one side of his mouth curved up.
I guessed that was my answer since he said nothing further and although his head shake was negative my guess was his answer was positive.
Since he didn’t say anything, I did.
“Why water, Knight? I’m not drunk. I’m not even tipsy.”
“And you’re not gonna get that way. I’ll f**k you drunk, baby, but not the first time.”
My breath left me in a hard whoosh.
Knight kept talking. “So water, the rest of the night. You get me?”
I nodded.
His eyes moved over my face.
Then he asked, “You got anything for me?”
I stared. Then I panicked.
He gave me a driver, a VIP section and four free drinks (as well as unlimited San Pellegrino not to mention the dress I was wearing, etc.). Was I supposed to bring a thank you gift?
“Uh…” I mumbled then stopped.
“Anya, I haven’t seen you since Tuesday.”
This was true.
“I know,” I somewhat yelled over the music.
“And you got nothin’ for me?”
“Um…” I began, stopped then bit my lip.
His twitched, he dipped his face close and ordered, “Baby, f**kin’ kiss me.”
Oh.