Page 8 of His Naughty Waitress
Chapter5
Carter
Missy leavesafter pushing her tits back into her bra and straightening out her dress. The missing button and her twisted ponytail make mesmile.
This bathroom hookup is unexpected, but I happen to like sexy and carefree surprises. She has an edge about her. It’s fucking contagious. I can easily get addicted to a woman like her. Not that anything about what happens during this trip will go beyond the next coupleofdays.
Smiling down at my bare chest, I walk out the door and grab my winter jacket at thefrontdoor.
Inside the restaurant, Missy is back behind the counter. She stands there as though nothing just happened between us. I glance over to where the rest of the guys are seated. Our food isn’t out yet. They’re on their phones or joking around. None of them are looking this way, which gives me the perfect chance to get a fresh shirt. Of course, by the time I get outside, have the driver pull out my luggage and shove it into the back seat of the limo, they’re all staring out thewindow.
I find another shirt and quickly return inside, but take a detour before getting back to the table. Except Jeff is now sidled up to the counter, chatting up Missy as she brews a pot of coffee. She’s a grown woman, so I head back to our table. I pick up some of their conversation in passing. Fuck. Jeff probably propositioned her with cash, because Missy tells him she’s not awhore.
There goes my chance for more fun with her onthistrip.
I sit at the tableagain.
“What’s up with the change of clothes?”Victorasks.
“Our little waitress friend bumped into me. Ruined my shirt, but whatever,” Itellthem.
Chauncey shakes his head and leans over to me. “Like hell she did, unless ‘bumping’ is what you kids call ‘fucking’thesedays.”
I ignore him. We may have a bet on, but I know these men well enough to be able to anticipate how crazy they’ll carry on once they find out what I was up to with Missy. They won’t care that she’s right there, or that we’re sitting in a public place. For this reason, I keep mymouthshut.
Jeff returns to the table with his briefcase of tip cash. “Our sweet little waitress has a code of ethics, it appears,” he says in adisappointedtone.
“What the fuck did you do?” Idemand.
“Chill out,” he answers. “All I did was offer her the same amount of cash that we did for the girls from Milan…you know, to see if she’d join us while we’reintown.”
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I get to my feet. “In case you didn’t notice, we’re not in Europe, and not every woman is for sale,dickhead.”
“What difference does it make?” he asks as I head back to the counter to do some damagecontrol.
If she’ll even talk tomenow.
“Hey,” I call to her, tapping my fingers on thecountertop.
“Yeah?” She doesn’t turn to look at me right away. The cook has just placed several orders on the high shelf between the kitchen and the dining room, which Missy is now arranging on the tray. It looks like the food weordered.
“Look, I’m sorry about my friend. He can be an idiotsometimes.”
“Oh you mean for offering me twenty grand to basically be his holiday whore?” She turns to me, but it’s only so she can reach for a second tray to fit all ourorders.
“Like I said, he’s an ass…I hope it doesn’t discourage you from coming to the lodge anyway. I’m sure you and I would have agoodtime.”
“Your preppy squad is…interesting, but that guy crossedtheline.”
“Let me make it up to you,” Ioffer.
“How exactly would youdothat?”
Her question tells me I still have a chance. The problem is, money is out of the question now, so I go with time. “Stay with me at the lodge for a couple of days. I’ll spend every waking moment making amends.” I want to add that I’ll keep working at it all night long, but it even sounds cheesy inmyhead.
She smiles. I can tell she’s tempted. I watch as the wheels turn in her head. She has to need this break from the everyday, given that she’s a waitress at a shitty diner. It occurs to me that she has just turned down twenty grand from Jeff. That kind of money must be a lot for her, yet she told Jeff to go to hell. I suddenly have a lot more respectforher.
“Okay, but you just make sure he stays the hell awayfromme.”
“I’ll make sure of that. Ipromise.”
“Then… yes. I’ll bethere.”
