Page 29 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
I’ve gotten used to comments like this, so it’s easy for me to just smile and fill up his sweet tea before moving on to check on other tables.
“Welcome to Regency, masters,” I greet the new guests entering the establishment, smiling as I lead them to their table. I give them menus, as they settle in.
And one of the men whistles at me. “Tell me you’re going to be waiting on us.”
I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but Mistress Becca is great.”
“She can’t have as nice of tits as you.”
It’s a vulgar comment that usually would make me frown, but I’m able to hold it back. Getting mad doesn’t do anything…except make me lose out on potential tips. He could say whatever he wanted; he’d never get to touch. “I’ll let you be the judge.”
I turn away, only to freeze in shock. Is that…?No way.Elio Lombardi.
He’s standing by himself, waiting to be seated. A moment of surprise washes over me, leaving me momentarily breathless. What could he possibly be doing here? Don’t tell me that he’s here…for me?Don’t be so stupid.He doesn’t even know me.
“Stella.” Elio’s deep voice is like music to my eyes, his piercing blue eyes locking onto me. “It’s nice to see you again.”
They’re just words…casual words…yet I feel a shiver down my spine.
I can’t stop thinking about the last time the two of us had seen each other…the way he’d grabbed me, pressed me against the wall…the way that I’d wished he would have kept going…
Stop it! You’re waiting for Paul.
“Mr. Lombardi,” I greet him, trying to maintain an air of professionalism despite my racing heart. “Welcome to Regency.”
He looks at me strangely before bending down to whisper in my ear. “We’re well past a last name basis, don’t you think?”
His words shouldn’t have this kind of effect on me, but I can feel my entire body warming up. Elio Lombardi is a special kind of man — the kind of man who only needs to whisper in a girl’s ear to get her wet.
“Let me take you to your room,” I say, leading him to one of the private rooms he’d requested. All the while, my mind races with questions. What are the odds of Elio showing up here tonight, of all nights?
Does this have something to do with the fact that he’d tried to schedule a meeting with me, and I’d ignored him? Maybe I really am the reason he came to Regency. How did he even know I worked here?
He’s a billionaire…I guess he can find out anything he wants. That thought is a bit alarming.
I place a menu in front of him. “Someone will be here to take your order shortly.” Before the words are even fully out of my mouth, I’m leaving the room, trying to control my racing heart.
Where is Paul? He should be here by now.
I swipe a quick glance at my phone – nothing.
There’s no way that I can serve Elio – not with the way he makes me feel.
I navigate the busy dining room. Desperate for some semblance of control, I spot Isobel across the room and make a beeline for her.
“Hey,” I breathe, gripping her arm tightly. “I need a favor.”
“Sure, what’s up?” she asks, already on high alert, as if she’s prepared to smack someone…knowing her, she totally would.
“Can you please take over Elio Lombardi’s table for me?” I plead, attempting to keep the desperation from my voice.
“Elio Lombardi?” she frowns slightly, and I grab her arm, pulling her to his room and gesturing for her to look through the little peephole at the top. Marnie said that it was for ‘safety precautions’ but I’m not one hundred percent sure that I believe that.
“Whoa, seriously?” Isobel grins, her excitement palpable. “He’s like the definition of hot, isn’t he?”
“Yes.” I feel a bit embarrassed by my answer, but I shouldn’t. It’s the truth.
“I wonder if he’ll get any dances because that’s one man that I’d let ride this ride.”
