Davina's POV

“…I’m telling ya, there’s nothing like getting your pussy eaten out after a ten-hour shift. That’s livin’, baby.”

“Tasha!” I groaned, trying hard to drown her out while I refilled the ketchup bottles.

A diner threw us both an uncomfortable glance as he snatched up his receipt and headed out the door as fast as his legs would carry him.

My boss watched the man leave with her hands fisted on her hips. “That one has definitely never eaten pussy before,” she ...