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even though Stu couldn’t see her. “No. I’m good. I’ll get a
cab.”
“Sorry, hon. You still good for waitressing tomorrow
night?”
“Yes. I’ll be there.”
“Take care, Cassia.”
“You too,” Cassia said, and hung up.
She felt a strange warmth in her belly that in no way should
be there. She actually liked Stu. He was frazzled at best, often
stressed. He’d lost most of his hair and his shiny, half-bald
head was at odds with the massive size of the rest of him. It
made his head look too small for his body, but he had a nice
smile, and he was a nice man in an industry where a lot of
people didn’t have to give a shit about that. He cared for each
person working for him, and that was a lot to do, given how
many employees there were.
A flash of black startled Cassia and she jerked her head up
as she tucked her phone back into her purse. Her lips parted
and the air punched out of her lungs as a woman—not just any
woman, but a breathtaking raven-haired beauty with perfectly
symmetrical features, huge eyes that were a shocking steel
hue, and full red lips—slid into the seat across from her.
“Uhh…” Cassia wanted to say something, something more
dignified, something that didn’t come out as a puff of air and a
hum at the end, but she was totally at a loss.
Because this woman… This wasn’t just any woman. She
could have been a supermodel. She was tall, elegant. Her black
dress hugged her ample curves, revealed just a hint of the tops
of her creamy breasts, and clung to a narrow waist and full
hips. Her black hair trailed down to her waist and was so sleek
