“Uh… lunch?”
“Leo.” He set the box on the glass table. “That’ll be forty-two fifty.”
“Was it?” Her eyes sparkled. “Funny. I thought I locked it.”
“The water’s perfect,” she said, voice low and teasing. “And your other deliveries? They can wait, can’t they? It’s only pepperoni.”
She sighed, stood up, and glided inside. Leo stood there, confused, until she returned with a tall glass of cucumber water and a fifty-dollar bill.
Leo nearly choked. He was used to drunk college girls hitting on him at frat parties. Not this. Not a woman who radiated the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly what she wanted.
“The gate was unlocked.”
Milf Pizza Boy [FULL]
“Uh… lunch?”
“Leo.” He set the box on the glass table. “That’ll be forty-two fifty.”
“Was it?” Her eyes sparkled. “Funny. I thought I locked it.”
“The water’s perfect,” she said, voice low and teasing. “And your other deliveries? They can wait, can’t they? It’s only pepperoni.”
She sighed, stood up, and glided inside. Leo stood there, confused, until she returned with a tall glass of cucumber water and a fifty-dollar bill.
Leo nearly choked. He was used to drunk college girls hitting on him at frat parties. Not this. Not a woman who radiated the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly what she wanted.
“The gate was unlocked.”
