Page 2 of Daddy's Little Charmer
“Damn, Roberto.” Christian laughed.
Roberto chuckled. “All you have to do is scowl, and it makes some grown men piss themselves.”
Christian snorted.
Roberto’s head jerked up like he saw something of concern. He caught a bouncer’s attention and then pointed.
“Tray … Harmony,” Roberto bellowed.
Christian looked around at what had caused Roberto’s anger, but the place was too crowded to see much of anything.
“What’s up?” Christian asked.
“Our new waitress, she’s good at her job, and the men like her, but I don’t like the way some of them grab at her.”
“Are the men abusive?” Christian asked, pissed. One thing he took pride in was creating a safe environment for the women who worked there.
“Not more than normal.”
“Roberto, I have an order.”
Christian straightened, turned when he heard a soft, husky voice beside him, and was struck dumb when he saw one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She was very short, but she had curves in all the right places, the way a woman should. Her head maybe came up to his shoulders. Her hair was as black as his own and fell in a wave of curls down her back. Her profile was very delicate and feminine, with very pale skin and a few freckles scattered over her nose. She looked to have some Hispanic blood in her, he guessed. Although pale, there was a darker tint to her skin, much like his own.
“Hey, Honey. Are you okay?” Roberto asked as he tried to read her expression.
Harmony smiled. “Of course. Tray helped me again.”
Christian cleared his throat to get their attention.
Roberto grimaced. “Sorry. Harmony, this is Mr. Sharp. Sir, this is Harmony, the new waitress.”
Roberto looked over his shoulder when someone yelled his name. “I’ll be right back.”
Harmony looked up at the introduction and smiled.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, smiling and holding out her hand.
Christian was speechless. Not only did she have two of the cutest dimples, one on each cheek, but her eyes were light blue and showed an innocence he’d only heard of but had never seen in his lifetime.
He’d learned about women like this and had even met a few who were involved with friends of his. They called them “littles.” Although the women were beautiful and charming, he never thought a relationship like theirs would appeal to him.
He watched in fascination as his huge hand wrapped around her much smaller one. The difference in size and color of their skin struck him. His hand was clearly twice the size of hers and much darker with calluses and scars. Her pale skin was soft and smooth.
A rush of blood swiftly and painfully filled his groin. It was unexpected because he’d never felt lust this powerful happen so swiftly. “It’s nice to meet you, Harmony.”
Harmony pulled her hand away and concentrated on the list of drinks she needed.
“So, how long have you worked here?” he asked her.
Harmony turned her attention back to him. “Um, a little over two months, I guess.”
“Do you strip as well as waitress?”
Harmony shook her head. “No, I’m just a waitress.”
Christian relaxed. The thought of her on stage without clothes and a hundred sets of hungry eyes on her made him want to howl in fury.
“Hey, Honey, sorry about that. What do you need?” Roberto asked.
