Page 63 of The Vengeance You Crave
"How are you all this evening, gentlemen?" I purr, putting on my best act that makes my stomach turn in disgust.
If Luca thinks I'm a slut who sells herself for money, then why would I want to disappoint him?
I spend way longer than I usually would at their table, stroking their egos and allowing them to get their fill of me.
They all stick to the rules of no touching the girls, but I see their fingers curling into fists with their need to reach out.
My skin itches at the thought of feeling their touch, but right now I want to hurt Luca more than anything else, so I push through it, finally excusing myself to collect their order.
"You're playing with fire, girl," Bry warns, slipping back behind the bar as I approach.
"Whatever. I'm just here to do my job and make some cash. The rest is white noise."
"You might not be saying that when Dunn takes out some of Julian's best customers because of the way they look at you."
"He wouldn't."
Bry levels me with a stare, knowing as well as I do that Luca wouldn't bat an eyelid at doing just that.
"Fucking hell."
"You need to deal with your shit. If Julian gets one whiff of this, then you'll be sacked faster than Helena gets the guy’s dicks hard."
"So he'll give me ten minutes to explain."
Bry throws his head back and laughs. "Yeah, something like that."
I know he would. I might have only been here a few weeks, but already I've witnessed how cutthroat our boss is when it comes to things—boyfriends—upsetting business.
"He has no right to be here. He has nothing to do with me. You kick him out."
He holds his hands up in defeat. "I am not getting involved in this."
“Well, I’m not going over there."
He holds my stare.
"Okay, fine," I whine, throwing my hands up in frustration. "After I've delivered these."
I walk over to another couple of tables to collect up empties and take some orders before taking the tray Bry has put together for my dreaded table and taking it over, putting extra sass into my hips just to be a bitch. I know Luca is watching my every move. His eyes burn into my back.
"Here you go, gents. Would you like anything else?"
"You know we would, sweetheart," Eyebrows says, a disgusting smile curling at his thin lips.
"I'm sorry, that's not on the menu."
"It's a damn shame," Slick adds. "I think we could all really have some fun."
All?
I have no idea how I don't lose the contents of my stomach right there and then.
Fucking pigs.
"Right, well. Enjoy your evening." I give them my most seductive smile and thankfully slip away, although I know I'm still very much the object of their attention.
I shudder when I get to the bar but I don't get any rest because Bry slides a glass over to me.
