She smiled guiltily at him as she pointed to her cell phone. Aliziana’s favorite upbeat salsa continued playing as she accepted the call on her phone and she spoke softly, “Romi, hi, I told you to text me - what’s up?” She asked her sister with concern.
“I just wanted to tell you that three of the ladies are coming tonight, so we thought we’d meet at The Corkscrew in Hell’s Kitchen - that’s ok with you?” Romina asked.
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“Not really, I don’t really like The Corkscrew.” Aliziana was honest with Romi, “every time we’ve been there, the young guys are all half buzzed, thirsty for the hard up cougars because they haven’t been screwed in a while - can we go somewhere that’s a bit more cultivated?” She whispered.
Brayden couldn’t help but overhear the conversation in the vehicle’s confined space and he had grinned when she tried desperately to whisper her responses. He wasn’t expecting what he heard from her because she didn’t look the type to venture into places like The Corkscrew. He thought that she looked too refined for that hole-in-the-wall.
“What the hell…” he started and then caught himself, “sorry ma’am!” He honked loudly at the driver in the vehicle stopped in the middle of the road in front of them.