Page 11 of His Naughty Waitress
Chapter7
Carter
“Make it quick, motherfuckers,”Isay.
I’m ready to deal the last few hands for our poker evening, which is how we decide to kill the time as we wait for the entertainment to arrive. It’s eight of us around the poker table. We’ve been playing for hours. Malcolm isn’t here, but as Dominic flew in at the last minute, we welcome him to the fold. He loves Italians. Probably more so because heisItalian.
I deal the cards for Five Card Stud. Dealing is about all I’m good at. The gambling part, not so much. One look at my hand, and I fold, along with Dominic, Markus andChauncey.
“Check on the flight, Vic,” Chauncey says for the hundredth time. He runs a hand through his light blond hair, tapping the fingers of his other hand on thetable.
“Stop asking. It hasn’t landed yet,” Itellhim.
“I hate having my time wasted,” hegrunts.
“Get the driver to take you to the slopes or something. No one’s stopping you from going out to get yourfreakon.”
“It’s probably just as slim pickings out there. Why the fuck do you think we fly in theentertainment?”
“He’s got a point,” Jeff agrees, raising his bet. “This is Bumfuck, Nowhere. Couldn’t even convince that cute waitress to come up here with twenty large.” He looks around the room. “The chick’s too naïve to realize she can use the money. This shit could never happen back in New York, or over in Vegas or LA. See, that’s why no one won our bet today. We’re in thesticks.”
“You sure about that?” I ask, mostly to get a rise out of him, because I don’t plan onbragging.
“Are you trying to tell ussomething?”
I nod. “Yeah. Play the fucking hand. That means, call, raise or fold,dumbass.”
Chauncey stares at me. “Hey, you never know. Maybe she’ll still show up. Would be fun if she brings a fewfriends.”
I’m wondering the same thing, but after the stunt Jeff pulled with the tip money, I have mydoubts.
Prentice, who’s been bluffing his face off all night, wins with a hand full of nothing. “Grow a pair, losers,” he says, raising his whiskey tohislips.
I push my chair back from the table and drop the deck in front of Markus. “I’ll beoutside.”
Prentice leaves the game too, following me with his box of cigars. We head out front through the largefoyer.
“Think she’ll show?” he asks as he lightsoneup.
I shrug. “I won’t be surprised if she gives a rain check on theinvite.”
A white Ford coupe rolled up just a few minutes later. The driver stopped a few feetfromus.
Ismile.
Things arelookingup.
Missy is in the driver seat, and she has brought along a couple of women aroundherage.
She cuts the engine. The two passengers step outside first. Right away, I surmise the petite, dark-haired one is Missy’s sister. She seems timid, almost overwhelmed, as though she’s not sure whether or not we’ll party with her or cut her up in little pieces. The taller blonde with a halo of curls looks familiar. She gives us a look like she’s seenitall.
Missy steps out of the car looking sexy as hell. The dress she has on under her open winter coat is draped low in the front, showing off her cleavage and then some. The hemline reveals her long legs that taper down to strappy heels. There’s no doubt in my mind that it barely covers her ass. I can barely push back the image of those legs wrapped around me earlier. My dick starts to grow in my pants, ready for another round with this fiery littlehellcat.
“Good evening, ladies,” Prentice greets them before I can get my mouth working. He saunters over and takes Missy’s hand in his. “Nice to see you. Marcie,wasit?”
“It’s Missy,” she saysflatly.
“Of course, and you broughtfriends!”
