89. Too Late to Apologize

Henrik

I lean back in my chair as the waitress approaches us.

"Here's your whiskey on the rock. Let me know if you need anything else," she says with a smile.

I smile back. "You know what, there is something else I need."

"What's that?" she asks.

"I was wondering if you would spend some time with me tonight," I say.

Her smile falters a bit. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, why don't we go to one of those private rooms and...talk? Maybe you could give me a lap dance?" I say and wink at her.

Her cheeks flush. "I am not one of the dancers. I am just a server."

I shrug. "What if I pay extra?"

She sucks in a breath and her eyes narrow. "Are you serious? That's highly inappropriate." She takes a step back, clearly offended.

But I'm not one to be deterred so easily. I lean in closer and give her a smirk. "Come on, it will be fun. I promise you won't regret it."

She shakes her head and takes a step back. "I am not interested in being paid to dance for you."

I shrug again. "That's too bad. But may