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The biggest guy, the fourth one who threatened me, still hasn’t sat down.
“Go on,” Kevin says.“This server is obviously terrified.That’s not how this place is run.Grow up, learn some manners, and then you can come back.”
Kevin isn’t big and beefy.He isn’t tall, and he isn’t broad.But there’s something about him that these men must respond to, or maybe they’re satisfied now that they’ve scared the shit out of me, because all four of them make their way to the door and leave.
“Get comfortable when your shift is over,” Kevin says, “because I’m driving you home tonight.”
“Oh, you don’t have to—”
“I didn’t like the way they looked,” he says.“I have to.Unless you’re going to order a ride?”
He knows I’m not—he knows I’m dirt poor.
I nod.“Thank you.”
When my shift is over, Kevin makes me a BLT sandwich with a salad on the side,andfrench friesandhe pours me a hard cider.I blink back tears as I tuck into my feast.I haven’t been getting enough to eat or sleep, lately.It’s been pub food or nothing.And it’s freaking hard to fall asleep on an empty stomach, although I’m getting used to it.
“You’re too nice to me,” I say to Kevin from the end of the bar where I sit.
“You haven’t met enough nice people, then,” he says gruffly, wiping up a spill with one of the ever-present towels he keeps behind the bar.
Maybe he’s right.But my circle of nice people is expanding.Kevin, Mrs.Dali, Natasha.Tommy on good days.
And Mr.Tyler and Sebastian.
When I think of those two, I squirm a little on my bar stool.That night, after the gala—every time I think about it, I get wet.I don’t think any other guy is going to be able to satisfy me, not like Mr.Tyler and Sebastian did.
I no longer care that Mr.Tyler is my ex-boyfriend’s dad.At least, it doesn’t bother me.
Am I a freak because it kind of turns me on?Possibly.
Calling themdaddy, having Mr.Tyler fucking me while Sebastian licked my clit…dammit, I need them.Like, right now.Can a person die of lust?At the moment, it sure as hell feels like it.
But tomorrow night, I’ll be in their arms again.
I can’t fucking wait.
Kingston
“You’re early today,” Julia, one of the security guards, says to me when I arrive at the building.
“Yeah, hoping to get out of here early, too,” I say.
She nods.“I hope you’re doing something fun.It’s the weekend.”
“That’s my plan,” I say, before stepping into the elevator.
I get into my office and glance around.The place looks the same as always.The new maid is doing a good job, I guess.They aren’t Ella, of course, but they’re doing fine.I no longer stay at work so late anymore, because there’s no chance of running into her.
Even though everything seems to be in order, I can’t shake a feeling of dread.It grows with every step I take toward my desk.
This kind of feeling makes no sense.It isn’t logical.I can’t analyze it.
Shrugging, I turn on my computer, sign in with my password, and click open my inbox.
IMPORTANT MESSAGE reads one of the subject lines.It’s from an internal sender, but one of our generic accounts, used for testing the system.Odd.
Unable to completely block the weird sense of foreboding in my gut, I click on the email.
