Page 2 of A Knotty Choice: The Seduction of Sharon

He didn’t bother looking at it, practically eye-fucking me where I stood. While I had no plans to follow through on the invitation, it was still a nice boost to my confidence.

See, there’s nothing wrong with me. It was all him.

“Coffee is fine.”

Just because I had no plans to follow up on the flirting didn’t mean I turned it down any. I enjoyed the attention I received from men, and it was even more potent from alphas. A part of me craved it, so perhaps that was why I enjoyed my job so much. Customer service was basically just flirting, and I could tell how good I was based on the tip amount.

I continued working, paying a little extra attention to my cute-but-stinky alpha, until the dining room had mostly cleared and there was only an hour left until closing time. Tiffany was as useless as usual, but with the rush past it was easier for her to keep up, and I got a few minutes to rest.

I was finishing a glass of water at the server’s station when Mr. Licorice waved for his check.

“How was everything?”

He’d ordered the breakfast platter with extra everything, he was a growing boy after all, and somehow managed to demolish all of it. We served good sized portions, but alphas also used up a lot of extra calories with all their testosterone.

“Filling.”

He grinned at me as we walked to the register, and I wasn’t surprised when he leaned on the counter between us to get closer to me. I’d been expecting a pass from him since he’d walked in, and now that he was leaving, he’d think it was his chance to close the deal.

“How would you like to make some extra money?”

The smile froze on my face, a bucket of ice running down my spine to douse whatever enjoyment I’d gotten from his attention. It took a few tries to get my brain moving again after the shock.

“Are you propositioning me?”

He huffed a laugh and straightened, his looming form not as enticing as it had been before.

“Not like that. I can see you’re good at what you do, and we need some waitresses for a party we’re throwing on Thursday. I was going to offer you the job.”

My brow rose as I looked him over. He seemed sincere enough, and he’d been decent all night, even if his interest had been obvious.

“What kind of party?”

I accepted the hundred he held out as payment for his bill, not missing that there was a stack of them still tucked in his wallet. He certainly had the money to make the offer legit.

“A welcome home party. We’re having it at The Warehouse, have you heard of it?”

Of course I had. I’d heard of The Warehouse even before Cadence had come clean about who her mysterious beau was, and that he owned the place.

A part of me relaxed knowing it was a public venue and not a private party at someone’s house.

“Yeah. But I’m supposed to work here Thursday.”

The alpha’s grin spread as I tried to hand him his change and he waved it off, pulling out another hundred to add to it.

“I’m sure we’re offering more than you’d make here, although you’ll be working later.”

I tried not to let my interest, or greed, show. He’d just tipped me over a hundred and fifty dollars, and if he was offering to pay more than that for a night of work, I’d actually be able to cover my rent and still have money left for necessities. If I received tips too, I might be set even longer.

I tried to pull my thoughts away from the positives and think of other things I should ask before accepting a job from a stranger. Especially a strange alpha.

“Will there be other waitresses?”

“A few. The two club waitresses, plus whoever else we can get to help.”

I chewed my lower lip.

“And I’ll only be waitressing?”

---