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I move across the room and make myself useful someplace else so I don’t have to return to his table.

A few minutes pass, and I feel better about the whole thing.

He’ll eventually leave, I’ll get my money, and things will be fine.

A few seconds pass, and a strong hand wraps around my forearm, making me spin on my heels.

I almost bump into our boss.

Her eyes throw flames.

“Come with me.”

She drags me past a few tables before I pick up the pace and follow her.

What have I done?

Has he complained to my boss?

Is he trying to be difficult now?

Does he really want to ruin everything for me?

I swallow my surprise when we inch closer to his table, and she gestures at me.

“Please go there and talk to that man.”

“What man?”

She searches my eyes for a second before erasing the space between us and giving me a pointed look.

“Go. Talk. To. That. Man,” she pushes through her teeth. “This is the tip that he just left for their drinks.”

She points with her forefinger at her tablet and shows me a two, followed by three zeroes.

“Besides, he can close this establishment in a second if he wants to.”

I look at her, baffled.

I don’t know what she means by that, and I don’t think she wants to get into details with me.

“Go there and entertain him for a while. He asked for you specifically. If you don’t want to go, you’re done for the evening.”

She shoots me one last warning look before moving away, and I shift my eyes to Ewan, who watches me with the patience of a lion about to eat his prey.

His elbows rest on the table, his fingers clasped together, his eyes unreadable.

He gets what he wants whenever he wants it.

One way or another, it always happens.

But what does he want from me?

I smoothly move to the table, and even as mad as I am, I still notice how outrageously handsome he is.

Even without a smile or a warm glint in his eyes, he’s still a ten.

“Have you asked for me, sir?” I ask, playing stupid.

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