À la Carte
*
Lydia turned to Derek, smiling brightly.
“Welcome back, Mr. Hale. I didn’t think we’d see you back so soon. Have you reconsidered a membership?” she asked teasingly, if not a little smugly.
“Still considering,” Derek chuckled softly.
“Mr. Hale here has an invitation,” Malia said, eyes locked on the other patrons in the room.
“How lucky for Mr. Hale,” Lydia responded. “I’ll go ahead and seat you, Mr. Hale.” she said, reaching toward the stack of menus.
“He’s not in the dining room,” Malia called over her shoulder, “He’s in the Velvet Lounge tonight.”
“The Velvet Lounge?” Lydia quirked an eyebrow, her eyes full of mischief. “Lucky, Mr. Hale, indeed,” she grinned lasciviously.
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