All Yours
Then she sighed—dramatic and pouty—loud enough for the couple at the next table to glance over.
“Daddy,” she said, drawing the word out into a whine, “this pasta is so spicy. My mouth is burning. I need something cooool.”
Several heads turned. His jaw tightened slightly.
“Drink your water, babygirl,” he said evenly, sliding her glass closer.
She took a tiny sip, then set it down with another exaggerated sigh. “Water is not helping. I think I need… something else.”
Under the table again, her foot returned—this time bolder, sliding straight up the inside of his thigh until her toes brushed the unmistakable bulge in his slacks. She pressed lightly, just enough to feel him twitch.