Aiden

Jazz music played softly in the empty, dimly lit bar as I sat at the counter, taking the last sip of my whiskey. The waitress leaned toward me, her cleavage visible, as she refilled my glass.

"Looks like the boss forgot his sexy date," she said, giving me a suggestive smile.

I sighed, my eyes briefly glancing at her chest before reaching for my glass. She leaned closer. "We can do something else while you wait," she murmured, biting her lip.

I looked up at her, unimpressed, as I repeated,