“Agreed.”
Bill rose to his feet, tossing a few bills on the bar countertop. “Gentleman, have a good night. Malaysia, enjoy your evening.”
“You, too.”
Bill waved. “Ethan, I will see you at work tomorrow.”
“Be safe, Bill. See you tomorrow.”
Abe returned, placing a steaming hot plate before Malaysia. She’d ordered grill chicken, broccoli, and a baked potato.
“Ethan, here is your meal. You both enjoy.”
“Thank you,” Malaysia and I responded, respectively.
She rocked the knife back and forth, separating the chicken into squares. Malaysia slipped the meat past her purple-colored lips. My tongue slid forward in an effort to lick my lips. I needed to stop watching her in a lustful manner. I was sure it was creepy. It was obvious I was attracted to her. Very seldom did I enjoy the smell of roses. I couldn’t recollect the last time I’d had sex. Apparently, it wasn’t that memorable if I couldn’t remember.
“Um, just as good as it was for lunch the other day.” She smiled. Her beautiful oval eyes made contact with mine.
I cleared my throat to find my voice. “Do you come here often?”
“No, early this week a few coworkers wanted to try someplace new. The food is pretty good.”
“Are you a fixture on the wall?” She gestured.
“No, but police officers, firefighters, and doctors frequent the bar.”
I placed a sliver of steak into my mouth.
“Do you fall into that category?” she asked.
I grinned. “Yes.”
“Excuse me, Dr. Daniels.” Tim’s heavy hand patted my shoulder.
“Tim, leaving so soon?”
He shrugged on his jacket. “I have a date with my bed.”
I laughed. “Good seeing you. See you next time.”
“Malaysia, have a good night. Don’t let Ethan, get you into trouble.”
“I won’t.”
I glared at Tim. “What the fuck!” I mouthed.
Tim chuckled, turned on his heels, then walked away.