Betty's POV His grip was firm, and that look in his dark eyes made me grin.

The music changed and he let go of my wrist.

The girls laughed as they sat down with the models who served them. I didn’t get off the model. I proudly sat on him, urging him to serve me with gestures as I pointed to the drink. I could still feel his bulge poking my butt but I couldn't care less

I could sense his discomfort but he played along.

I tried to strike up a conversation with him using ...