MDNI, 18+, No smut, just Dana being a DOG, established flirtatious relationship

You stood in the locker room, pulling off your scrubs as you got ready to go home. You hadn’t heard the door open, but you surely heard the whistle that escaped the woman who entered.

“I must be the luckiest woman in the world,” you could hear the grin on the charge nurse’s words, “should start calling ya’ Cinnamon if you're giving out shows like that.”

You rolled your eyes fighting the smile that played at the edge of your lips, “such a gentleman Dana.”

“Always for a doll like you,” she watched as you pulled on your sweats, eyes raking over the swell of your ass, “That whale tail fa’ me or are youse hoping to catch someone else looking at prime real estate?”

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, not realizing your panty line came over the edge of your pants. As you picked up your shirt you felt a small *snap* at your waistband, and a cold, delicate touch to the small of your back.

“Just tucking you back in sweetheart,” she patted you back, the devilish grin she wore morphing towards amusement.

“I’d have thought you’d stuck a dollar in there, all that talk about a show,” you shrugged as you pulled your hair out of the neck of your shirt, “figured you’d be a good tipper.”

“Oh I've got a tip to give you, ‘cept banks don't accept plastic,” a low chuckle escaped her throat.

“Take me to dinner first? Or would you rather me get a mouthful of something else?” You watched her eyes widen, shit eating smile never leaving her face.

You had finally caught her speechless, and with that you picked up your bag, and headed out the door.

Before it closed you heard the faintest scoff, “well shit.”

——

You sat in your car, scrolling through your playlists for the drive home when you get a notification:

Dana: Saturday, 6 pm, that new steakhouse on 3rd, show off a little skin for me?

You: Yes ma’am.

They lowk be addicting sometimes