“I’ve been admiring this car forever, I’m so glad I finally get to ride in it,” Cassie giggled as she stepped into the car.

I looked over to her almost naked body. It was cold outside, but she didn't even bother to close up her jacket. She clearly wanted to show off the tight black dress that exposed her cleavage, no matter how cold it was outside.

She was trying to hard again.

“Yeah,” I chuckled.

“So, where are we going?” she chirped.

“There’s this really great Italian restaurant that I can’t get out of my mind. I was thinking we could head over there.”

“Oh my god! Yes! I love Italian food,” she placed her hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

* * *

I opened the car door for Cassie as we arrived at the restaurant and she instantly clung around my arm. She pressed her breast against me, but it had no effect. The only girl on my mind was Penny.

How can she push me away so easily? I clearly want her; doesn’t she see that? Do I flat-out have to tell her that I can’t get her out of my mind?

I replayed the erotic moment that has passed between us. I could perfectly imagine pressing her into the vanity and watching her eyes light up as I pressed against her perfect ass. Penny was fully clothed from head to toe and she had a bigger effect on me than Cassie, who was practically half-naked beside me.

“Hello, table for two,” I went over at Maggie.

“Oh, hello. Cedric?” she arched her eyebrows, hoping she got my name right.

I nodded. “Correct,” I smiled at her. “I was hoping if we can get a table for two, preferably with your most experienced server,” I winked at Maggie. She let out a little giggle and started to blush.

“Right over here, Cedric.” She giggled again as she walked us over to a booth in the back.

“Well, aren’t you a lady killer,” Cassie whispered in my ear, trying to be sexual.

We took our seat and I noticed Penny out of the corner of my eye. She was taking orders without a note pad. She had a smile on her face as she nodded to each person, understanding their order. The table was filled with college boys, who were obviously interested in her.

Penny turned the corner and headed toward the kitchen.

“Did you hear me?” Cassie’s voice started to screech in my ear.

“What?” I looked over at her.

“I asked if you want to get a bottle of wine? The Château Clerc Milon Pauillac 2009 I think,” she butchered the name.

I looked over the wine menu and looked at the cost, “It’s $150 for the bottle,” I raised my eyebrows.

Did she really think I’d spend that much money on her?

She skimmed the rest of the menu, “Well, it’s not that expensive for you, Mr. Mount,” she looked at me and bit her lip, obviously trying to get her way.

“We’ll see,” I ignored her obvious attempt to flirt with me.

“Hello, Welcome to Moretti Trattoria. I’m Penelope and I will be your server for tonight. I want to let you know that the kitchen will stop taking orders in five minutes so I do advise you to order right now.”

Penny took a deep breath and moved her question toward me.

“How can I start you off today?”

She locked eyes with me, chewing on her lip. Her face gave away no secrets or emotions. She didn’t even give me a fake smile, she saved that for Cassie. Although, she was probably trying her best to ignore the fact that I was here, of all places, with my date.

“Okay,” Cassie snapped her fingers to get Penny’s attention.

Penny slowly turned her head towards Cassie, her fake smile in place. I have a feeling this wasn't the first time she’d had a customer like Cassie. Entitled and bitchy.

“I want to get a glass of water. No ice and calamari as an appetizer.”

“Grilled or fried calamari?”

“Fried. I will also want the Filet Mignon medium-rare without the bleu cheese,” Cassie, of course, had ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

“And I would like a Coke and a Vitello Saltimbocca,” I spoke softly compared to Cassie.

“Oh, we also want the —,” Cassie pointed at the wine section of the menu.

“Château Clerc Milon Pauillac,” Penny spoke with a perfect pronunciation.

“We will only be taking two glasses. Not the bottle.”

Cassie looked at me and pouted as if she was disappointed that I didn’t want to drop $150 on her, not including the dinner I was already going to pay for her.

“The Sommelier will be with you shortly to bring over your wine. Please have your ID ready for him. Is that all for you today —”

“You didn’t write any of that down,” Cassie snapped at Penny.

Penny smirked and let out a puff of air, “Water no ice, a Coke, fried calamari, Filet Mignon medium-rare without the bleu cheese, Vitello Saltimbocca and a Château Clerc Milon Pauillac. Two glasses, not a bottle.”

I snickered, impressed with Penny's snappy attitude and memory. Cassie darted a dark glare at me and smacked her lips.

“And if it isn’t medium-rare I will send it back to the kitchen. Even if the kitchen is closed.” She folded the menu and almost whipped it at Penny.

I folded the menu carefully and placed it on top of the other menu.

“Thank you, Penny,” I gave her a warm smile, trying to make up for Cassie’s shit attitude.

“The Sommelier will be with you shortly, as well as your appetizer.”

Penny walked away with her perfect posture and I couldn’t help but stare at her ass. That ass I had pressed my cock against only a few hours ago. I licked my lips, then noticed Penny’s smile directed at me as she turned the corner. I looked over at Cassie who was clearly mad at me.

“Did you really just check out our server? In front of me?” her voice got louder with the second question.

“She’s my best friend’s daughter, so I’m just a little overprotective of her,” I avoided answering the question directly.

“Really? Mmm-hmm. Okay,” she pursed her lips and then loosened them. I could tell she believed me.

“Why did you have to be so rude?” I asked, calling out her shitty behavior.

“I wasn’t rude. I just like things done a specific way. My way,” she winked at me.

I don’t think I have ever been this turned off on a date.

A tall, slender man came over to the table with our wine. He checked our ID’s and poured the wine into our glasses. I saw Penny come around the corner with our fried calamari and other drinks.

Penny gently placed the food on the table and went back to the kitchen. I tried really hard to not watch her walk away, since Cassie was eyeing me down, ready to call me out on my affection toward our young waitress.

“This wine is okay,” she sipped her glass and placed it back on the table.

“Good thing I didn’t buy the whole bottle,” I gave her a fake smile.

She rolled her eyes and started to eat the fried calamari, almost inhaling the food. There was an awkward silence between us as she took each bite of the food. I watched the restaurant empty out as the customers paid for their meals and left, all the tables except for the table filled with the college guys.

Penny brought a huge plate with four entrees on it and a foldable table to place it on. She handed each entree to the young men as they all nodded at their food. The guy with jet-black hair was clearly checking out Penny when, all of a sudden, he grabbed Penny’s wrist when she was trying to walk away. I could tell she was scared when she was trying to pull her hand out of his grip.

I felt my blood pressure rise as I tightened my jaw and fist. The boy placed his hand on her thigh and moved her over to bring her closer to him. I slapped the table and stood up like a rocket.

“CEDRIC? Where do you think you’re going?” I heard Cassie snap at me as I walked away from her.

I stormed toward the table, eyeing down the boy who was still holding Penny, tightly.

“Come on. Let me just call you up. I can give you a good time,” he smiled at Penny while rubbing her thigh. I wanted to punch that prick right in his face.

“Is there a problem here?” my deep voice towered over him.

He looked up at me and immediately released Penny’s wrist. “No. There’s no problem, sir,” he instantly backed down. He wasn’t even going to try to fight or question me.

“That’s what I thought,” I gave the kid a cold stare as I followed Penny around the corner.

She was speed walking over to the kitchen with the foldable table under her arm.

“Hey. Hey. Hey, Penny.”

I caught up to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked down at her feet.

“Are you okay?” I lifted her chin to get a good look at her face. Her eyes were filled with fear.

“It’s okay, Penny,” I embraced her, trying to make her feel protected and warm.

“Thanks,” she whispered into my chest.

Not even a second into the hug, she pushed me away, “I need to get back to work.” She sniffed and went into the kitchen.

I sighed as she walked away from me. She was trying so hard to push me away, but I knew she wanted to be wrapped up in that hug for a lot longer. I know she wants me, but she is too stubborn to admit it.

I sighed with frustration, letting out all my conflicting emotions.

I walked passed the table of the college guys who were eating in silence as I passed. I sat back down at my booth to be welcomed to Cassie’s bitchy face.

“You’re giving that little girl more attention than me,” she huffed. “And to think I was going to let you come back to my place and mount me, Mr. Mount.”

I picked up my wine, swirling it around in the glass. Cassie was clearly trying to push up her breasts with her crossed arms.

“If you didn’t notice, she was being held up by one of the guys at that table. I just went in to help her out. She was scared,” I finished off my wine. “And who’s to say I want to mount you?” I looked at her; sick of her trying to seduce me as if the only thing on my mind was sex.

“Please. Every man wants me,” she tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “I’ll give you one more chance.”

I scoffed, “I’ll make this easy for you to understand. We are not having sex tonight. You’re not even going to get a kiss goodnight. You’re trying too hard to be ‘sexy’ and it’s not working for me. Not every man wants to fuck you, sweetheart.”

Cassie’s mouth dropped open, but she had nothing to say.

I watched a male server hand a bill to the college table. They were the last group of people on this side of the restaurant to leave. It was just Cassie and me now. Cassie looked like she was ready to throw her full glass of wine at me, and honestly, I don't blame her. I would rather her leave then stay here, wasting my time and money.

“Here is your order,” Penny said in a perky voice. “Filet Mignon medium-rare without the bleu cheese for the lady and Vitello Saltimbocca for the gentlemen,” her brown eyes smiled at me.

“Thank you, Penny. It looks delicious,” I was ready to dig into my food until I heard Cassie’s sassy’s sigh.   

“I’m not eating this food,” Cassie pushed the food away from her like a child.

“Is there something wrong with your order?” Penny asked.

Cassie shot a dirty stare at Penny, “Yes, there is,” she got up from the booth and slammed her cloth napkin on the seat. “If you are more interested in this little girl than me, then you are fucked up.”

She looked at me and then back at Penny, giving her a snarl. Cassie stormed out of the restaurant, flipping me off as she went.

“What the hell is going on tonight?” Penny looked over at me, “What is her deal?”

“She’s mad that I was giving you more attention than I was giving her.”

Penny’s eyes widened as she started to blush. She moved her hair behind her ear exposing her small double pierced ears.

“Well, maybe you shouldn't be doing that on a date, it’s rude,” she said in a happy tone.

“Honestly, I think she is more upset because I didn't want to have sex with her.”

Penny had nothing to say as she looked at me with her happy eyes. I turned to the edge of the booth and grabbed Penny’s waist and pulled her toward me, she inched closer to me without my help.

“When are you going to stop lying to yourself and admit you want me just as much as I want you,” I growled into her ear.

I moved my hands down to her ass and grabbed both of her cheeks tightly. She let out a lustful moan.

Holy fuck. Can I have her already?

Penny threw herself on me as her soft lips pressed against mine. I fell back into the booth, with Penny on top of me and her perfect ass still in my hands. She moaned softly into my mouth then bit my lower lip, exposing her rough side. Penny ended our passionate tension by pushing me away, again. She stood up, looked around the restaurant and adjusted her skirt. She looked at me with her wide puppy dog eyes. Scared and worried, but mostly aroused.

“Hmmm. That — No. Fuck. Sorry I — Sorry.”

She pulled down her skirt again, even though it could go lower. She took a glance at my erect cock and swallowed her words.

I stood up, looking down at her and held her hand. “Sorry for what?”

I slowly brought her hand to my cock, making her feel exactly what a real cock felt like. A fully erect cock that was only turned on by her. Penny whimpered as she gave my cock a tight squeeze. I let go of her hand but she was still squeezing my cock through my jeans.

“That’s a good girl,” I grunted only a few inches away from her trembling lips.

A few more moans escaped her lips as she rubbed my cock. I gave her a tender kiss, feeling her plump lips pressed against mine. Her sweet and delicate lips made me want to push her down and shove my cock down her throat. Penny got a little too excited when she let out a loud moan from gripping my cock tightly. She took a step back and realized she was still at work.

A smile spread across her face as she touched her lips. “I — ahhh,” she cleared her throat and fixed her posture to stand up straight. “I will bring over your check and your take-out boxes, Mr. Mount,” she cleared her throat again, slowly taking a few steps back then turned around.

My cock throbbed as she addressed me by my last name. I wish I could take her, right here, right now. I’d bend her over the table and slowly slip my cock inside of her soft, tight, wet pussy.

“Sounds good, Penny. I can also drive you home once you're done.”

She stopped and turned to me, “I have to clean up so it will be at least an hour. You should leave,” her brown eyes were dark with desire.

“Why don’t I help so we can leave sooner,” I winked at her.

“Oh,” she looked at the floor and then back at me as she walked backwards, “Oh. Okay. I’ll see what Maggie says.”

I rolled up my sleeves and started to pick up dirty dishes off my table. The least I can do is help her clean up. I want to get her home as soon as possible.

My cock throbbed as I heard her voice in my head call me ‘Mr. Mount’ again.

Damn.