The sexy waitress came back.
“Fourteen-fifty please,” she said, placing two beer bottles and a glass of water on the table.
Alex pulled out his wallet again and removed a twenty.
“Keep the change. Has anyone ever told you, you look like that actress Lucy Liu?”
She smiled at him, flipped her long, black ponytail to the back and said, “Yes, all the time.” She bowed and went to other tables in the back.
“Do you always flirt like that? Can’t even imagine what you’re like when I’m not around,” Dahlia teased.
“What, flirt? I wasn’t flirting. She really does look like that actress.”
Dahlia giggled and rolled her eyes. She focused her attention on the stage, where a brunette performed to an R&B song. She swayed her hips from side to side, caressed the sides of her black bra and squeezed her C cup breasts together. Kneeling down and leaning on her back, she moved her pelvis up and down. Then she put a finger in her mouth and stared at the crowd with lust in her brown eyes.
“Wow, isn’t she great, honey?” Alex said, taking a sip of his beer. He was hypnotized, just like all the other men in the place.