"Let's see if you can keep up."

Deanna was sure Theresa was checking her out. The girl had fed earlier, it provided a flush in her skin, and when the redhead had bent forward to take away the previous drink, she was sure the ankle biter tried to look down her blouse.

Deanna dragged on the cigarette before dropping a bit of ash in the tray by the pretzels. Time to test a theory. She undid a button on her blouse.