Page 67 of Falling for Them
He nods and raises his bushy black eyebrows at Natasha.She gives him an apologetic smile and hustles out to the dining room.
Did Kevin hear what Natasha just said to me?She was practically yelling about two hot guys rocking my world?Fuck, he probably did.Face flaming, I lock myself in the bathroom and change out of my maid’s uniform and into the black jeans and button-up top I wear here.My feet are already aching.It’s going to be a long-ass lunch shift.At least I don’t have to work at Dorado Terrace after this.It’s the only reason Melinda allowed me to pick up an early shift at the hotel this morning.She’s worried about me burning out and thinks I look exhausted.
Well, yeah, I’m exhausted.I’ve been exhausted ever since my dad died and I had to figure out how to pay his bills.
As I shove my folded maid uniform into my bag, my phone chimes from the side pocket.I pull it out and see a message from Melinda.
You’re probably done at the hotel.I have a message to pass on from Kingston Tyler.If he’s harassing you, tell me now and you won’t hear another word about him.
I nearly drop my phone.I never imagined Mr.Tyler would try to get in touch with me.I didn’t think for a second that I was important enough for him and Sebastian to even remember after the gala.
With shaking hands, I respond to my boss’s text.He’s not harassing me.I’ll take the message, thank you.
She sends back a string of numbers and adds,He wants you to call him.
Wow.Well, I can’t do it now—I have to work.
But…maybe after?I don’t know.
I could at least get back the shoes I left at his penthouse.
Yeah, that’s just an excuse to see him again.
I want to see him so bad, my freakinglungshurt.Like I can’t take in a full breath, and I won’t ever be able to again.
Maybe that means he’s bad news, right?I should keep my distance before he and Sebastian wholly, completely wreck me.
I don’t know what I’m doing.After sending a quickthank youtext to Melinda, I lean against the bathroom door and press my hands against my eyes.Fuck.I’m just so damn tired, nothing makes sense anymore.
But I’m not going to leave Natasha to get the dining room set up by herself, so I leave the bathroom, stow my belongings in a locker, and get out there to do my job.
The next few hours pass in a blur of orders, dishes, and pint glasses.Despite the message from Mr.Tyler front and center in my mind, I manage to do my job and keep the customers happy.
It’s nearing nine o’clock.At that point, Natasha and I will both clock out and another server will take on the drinking crowd and work until two, while Kevin tends bar.
Someone walks in and takes a seat in my section.The dining room is crowded, so I don’t get a good look at him until I hustle over to his table.
As soon as I see his face, though, my feet slow.I know this man.Intimately.I know the way his well-trimmed beard feels against my inner thighs.I know the way his tongue feels on my clit, the way his dick can move in my pussy.
“Sebastian,” I breathe.
“Princess,” he says, a slow smile growing on his beautiful face.Just as quickly, it disappears.“You’ve been very difficult to find.”
“I—” I don’t know what to say.My heart stops, then starts again, faster than before.
He’s so fucking handsome, it isn’t fair.I’m in my standard Bartleby’s uniform—black jeans, black top.I smell like fried food and the beer that sloshed on my sleeve a few minutes ago when a drunk guest knocked over his glass.
How could Sebastian find me here?How can he be so gorgeous and clean and…andrich?
The only thing I can think to do is turn around and walk away.
So I do, simply spinning on my heel and aiming for the server’s station at the far end of the room.Once I’m there, safely behind a barricade of a soda fountain, coffee maker, ordering computer, and cash register, I bend over at the waist and put my hands on my knees.
Deep breaths.It’s okay.He’ll go away eventually, right?He can’t sit there forever.
“What is going on?”Natasha asks, bustling behind the server station with a tray of empty glasses.“And that dude is hella hot.”
“That dude is one of the guys from the other night,” I hiss, dragging her into the noisy kitchen where Carl is washing dishes.
