Whatever’s in the dictionary under euphoria needs to be changed to “Fucking Lizzie.”

I’m at one of the most high-end restaurants in the city with a smoking hot waitress serving my table, and all I can think about is having Lizzie ride my cock.

I can’t even pay attention what Chuck is telling me. It’s just more legal shit. He wants to go over the fine details of the contract with me beforehand, so that in case I get the Bennet deal, I can sign right away.

Our waitress comes back.

“Anything else I can get for you, gentlemen?”

“I’ll tell you what,” he says, “I could sure go for your phone number.”

The waitress giggles. And not in the fake way some waitresses do when they’re being hit on by a customer. She knows we’re powerful and have money.

I bet she’s genuinely interested in going out with either Chuck or me. If anything, she’d get one hell of a tip out of it. And I’m not talking about money either.

“Why don’t you come back and ask for it when I’m done with my shift?”

I don’t pay attention to whatever he replies to her. Yes, the waitress is definitely hot. I’m not going to deny that. But a lot of women are too. I see them every day, and while they may catch my eye for a moment, there’s something fleeting about their attractiveness.

This waitress is the kind of hot that after you see her naked, you’d pretty much be done with her. Once you see her body and fuck her, what else is there to do?

But Lizzie is different. I got to fully be with her last night, yet I still want her. I want to be inside her once again. I want to fuck her in more places than just the backseat of a limo.

Eventually, the waitress leaves. Chuck wads up his napkin into a ball and chucks it across the table at me.

“Darcy, get your head in the game, man.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our waitress is insanely hot. And you were barely looking at her. I would’ve expected you to be all over that. Don’t tell me I get her all to myself without any fight.”

“All yours. Fuck her as much as you want. She’s definitely hot, though.”

Across the dining area of the restaurant, I see our waitress leaning over a counter to speak with a cook. Her skirt is short enough to give us a peek at her tight ass. Hot. But it’s just not doing it for me.

“How’d your date with Lizzie go?” Chuck asks.

“It went well,” I reply.

“Yeah? Did the date itself go well, or did something happen afterward?”

“Something happened afterward,” I say with a smirk.

He doesn’t say anything. He simply puts his fist across the table, which I promptly bump.

That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Can’t a man get some appreciation for getting some pussy? Chuck’s in good form tonight.

“Nice. You got her out of your system. Now, maybe we can focus on some of this paperwork.”

Wait, what?

“She’s not out of my system, dude.”

“What the hell? Darcy, this deal could go through in a matter of weeks. Maybe days, if we work fast enough. You fucked her. Now move the fuck on.”

“But it was so incredible. I think Lizzie is the perfect woman for me.”

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking now. The infamous Will Darcy has found the perfect woman? Fucking tell me about it. But what can I say?

Chuck apparently has plenty to say. “She has a great body. There’s no denying that. But you can have sex with any woman you want.”

“Fucking her wasn’t like fucking any other woman I’ve been with. It was raw and primal. Like we perfectly understood each other’s bodies. I need to fuck her again.”

I can tell Chuck is only half-listening now to what I’m saying. Fair enough. I ignore him plenty of times. He’s looking at our waitress, who’s now at another table. The guys there are getting a little handsy with her, touching her thigh right where her skirt ends.

There’s a familiar look in his eyes. It’s not that of jealousy. This woman obviously doesn’t owe him anything. He sees it more as a challenge. He wants to know if he can win this waitress’ affections.

“Let me ask you this,” Chuck starts, not taking his eyes off the waitress.

“Have you considered that maybe Lizzie is playing you? After all, it’s her job to be the perfect woman, and I’m sure she’s good at it. She seduces men for a living and makes them think they can do anything to her. Maybe she’s hoping to get some special perks out of this deal.”

“I don’t think that’s the case. I’m smarter than that. I’ve seen a lot of women. I know the games they play.”

“But how smart is your cock?”

Our waitress comes back to the table to give us the bill. Chuck and I go on these lunch meetings often, and we usually just go back and forth regarding who pays. It’s my turn this time. I pick up the bill, noticing something is on the back.

I turn it over, and there’s a phone number along with “Becca” and a heart next to it. I hand the bill over to Chuck.

“Dude, what the fuck? It’s your turn to pay.”

“Read the back, Chuck.”

He looks at the phone number, smirking as he takes out his phone to punch it in.

“I knew she’d pick me over those other guys,” he says smugly. He stops entering the number and looks at me in confusion.

“Hang on,” he starts. “You totally could have taken this number yourself to take her out.”

“You’re more invested in her than me. Only makes sense that you should be the one with the shot.”

“Damn,” he replies shaking his head in disbelief. “You must really like Lizzie.”

I don’t say anything. I take the last bite out of my meal and take the credit card out of my wallet to pay.

“There are lots of beautiful women out there. And there are plenty of beautiful women who know how to use their looks to get what they want. Just be careful with Lizzie,” he says.

Our waitress comes back to pick up my card.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims. “Is this a black card?”

“It is indeed,” I say.

She takes the card toward the back counter, glancing at me as she does so.

“Holy shit,” Chuck says. “Even when you’re not trying, you can still have any woman you want.”

Damn fucking right.