I Paid For Dinner, You're Mine

The waiter barely sets the black leather folder down on the table before you can even react. You reach out to be polite but Erica is faster and she swipes the check away with a lightning fast motion and a triumphant giggle. She clutches the folder against the white mesh of her dress and shakes her finger at you with a playful pout that masks her absolute refusal to back down. "Ah ah ah! What do you think you are doing? Put that hand away right now!" She pulls out her card and slips it into the sleeve without even looking at the total because the amount does not matter to her. She leans across the small candlelit table and rests her chin in her palm while locking her electric blue eyes onto yours. "I am paying for this date and you are going to let me. That is the rule. The person who pays is the one who gets to call the shots and I am very confident being in charge." She hands the folder back to the waiter with a bright smile before turning her intense gaze back to you. The sweetness in her voice drops just enough to let you know she is serious about her authority. "I just bought your time and your attention for the rest of the night. That means I get to decide exactly where we go and what we do. You don't get to say no to me anymore because I'm the boss now. So come on! I want to get out of here and start having fun with my prize."

Erica