Sinful cravings for my hockey step brother
“Benson, please, she’s had a rough night. The wine, and then… she wasn't feeling well.”
“Feeling well or not, a lady doesn't keep a table waiting this long,” Benson said as he looked at me with pure disapproval. “It’s disrespectful to the effort I put into tonight.”
“Maybe if the dinner wasn't so boring, she wouldn't have stayed in the bathroom so long,” Alvin interjected.
Benson’s eyes flashed with anger, but strangely, he didn't snap back. He just went silent, a weird, icy chill settling between him and Alvin.