Della stayed for another half an hour, chatting with the Forbes family, listening to their farm stories and tales of Rosemary in her younger days, until Ray arrived. She excused herself then, heading toward the bar and Tucker. He’d checked out her skirt so many times since sitting in the booth she’d wondered if he’d been bitten by a radioactive spider and suddenly developed X-ray vision.

It was fair to say she was a little hot and bothered by his not-very-discrete ogling of her legs, and she was itching for some payback.

“Hey,” she said with a smile as she approached.

His gaze roved all over her like he really could see through her clothes. “Hey.”

Della’s legs wobbled at the dirtiest sounding hey that had ever been hey’d. The kind of hey that said your panties are red lace with tiny black bows on the hips, and I’m going to be getting you out of them as soon as possible.

Well…she was way ahead of him. If he wanted to set her underwear on fire from across the room, then he could bear the consequences. Placing her glass on the bar, she said, “I’ll have another. I’m just going to the restroom.”

Scooting quickly to her destination, she shut and locked the door of the closest cubicle, then reached under her skirt and pulled down her red-and-black lacy thong. She smiled to herself as she stepped out of it, unable to deny the sudden little thrill. She finally felt like she was coming into her own sexuality.

Okay, she hadn’t been able to go all the way with the blow jobs yet. And there was part of her that worried she might never be able to go all the way. But thankfully, Tucker seemed just fine with any attention she gave him down there, which made her feel safe enough to experiment. To perfect. To make sure whatever level of oral she could give him was her very best work.

Screwing the scrap of lace into a ball in her hand, she stepped out of the cubicle and headed back to the bar.

“That was quick,” Tucker murmured, looking over his shoulder at her as he prepped her cocktail.

Della eased herself up onto the stool, grateful no one else was sitting at the bar who she could potentially flash now that she was bare-ass naked beneath her skirt. She waited patiently, panties in her hand like an unexploded bomb, for Tucker to finish.

Finally, he was done, placing her drink down in front of her and blasting her with his flirty eyes. “See anything else you need?”

She smiled at Mr. I-know-how-hot-you-are-for-me-right-now. “I’ll have an empty glass, please.”

He cocked an eyebrow, curious but compliant. “What kind?”

“Surprise me.”