Page 4 of His Virgin Angel

Chapter One

Four years later

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Jack asked.

Piper bit her lip, not knowing what else to say. “Yes.”

He pushed her to the bed, and she let out a little squeal.

“That little cherry is going to be mine.”

Pulling out of her fantasies, Piper stood in the restaurant waiting for the next order to ring up. Glancing in the mirror across from the kitchen she saw that her hair was impeccable. There was no evidence of her little fantasy on her person. The waiting staff was not allowed to have their hair escaping, or it risked customers being put off their food. Her uniform was also clean and ironed to a crisp, another stipulation of working in the restaurant. She had been working here since she was eighteen, and even though some of the hours were long, the chefs, and other waiting staff were amazing, at least the ones that had been there before she was employed.

“Hello, beautiful,” Luther said, coming to stand next to her.

“Hey.”

“Your hair is fine. You’ve been working here for three years. You’re fine. Besides, no one is ever going to fire you. You know that.”

She didn’t know that. Working at Exquisite for Mark Simkins was a dream come true. The pay was good, and it allowed her to continue to study at the local college. It also meant she could find decent care to take her little brother, Brian. He was eight now, and there was no way she was ever going to let him go into the foster system. The other bonus was how regularly she got to see the man who’d changed her life forever, Jack.

“Mr. Simkins can fire me just like everyone else. I don’t have a special deal with him or anything.”

Luther held his hands up. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Now she felt awful. “No, I’m sorry.” She forced a smile, and was relieved when her order came up. Talking with people was always a challenge. Before Jack had come along and taken her out of that apartment and that life, she was used to being ignored, forgotten. If it wasn’t for her little brother, she truly believed she would have been forgotten. Jack was her white knight in all things.

Keep it together.

Taking out the plates, she set them down gently in front of the two customers without saying a word. Exquisite demanded the waiting staff be seen only when the customers wanted them to be seen. Stepping away from the table, she moved toward the bar where most of the staff stood, watching the room to see if anyone wanted anything. Clasping her hands together, Piper took a deep breath, and expelled it slowly. Four years ago her life had changed forever. Up until Jack Sosa entered her life, Piper only recalled pain and humiliation at her mother’s hand. There were occasional boyfriends who wanted to offer “love” in return for something else. Piper avoided those boyfriends at all cost.

Jack had taken her and Brian away from all of that. At first she’d been terrified in case the social services sent her back to her mother. They had been to the apartment many times, and after they left, her mother’s aggression always got worse. Once she and Brian were with Jack, there were no social workers, no interviews, no questions. She didn’t know how he did it, only that since he took them, she’d had a much better life. Four years’ worth of happiness. Something she had only ever dreamed about happening before.

He’d taken her to an apartment in the city, and Drake, his driver, had lived with them for many months. At first Piper had been worried, but Jack had assured her that Drake was a good man, and wouldn’t hurt her or her brother. So, in a weird kind of way, they became a little family. When she hit nineteen and was able to fend for herself, Drake no longer lived with them, but he dropped by regularly. Piper did enjoy his visits. Jack didn’t stop by all that much, and she only ever saw him on occasion, unless she was at the restaurant. She had to use her fantasies about him, to keep her going to the next time. It was kind of silly really. She had this big crush on a man twenty-four years older than she was, and who would never actually look at her as anything other than the young girl she’d been. She wasn’t a young girl. Her mother had made sure of that.

Sure, Piper was a virgin, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have needs.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she focused on her surroundings.

Thinking about Jack always made her feel safe. There was no chance in hell of him ever wanting her the same way. She could only hope.

It was strange really. Like when he came to the restaurant, it didn’t matter what area he sat in, she always served him. No matter what. No one else served him, and they would take the table they were working at, and swap with her. Strange.

Anyway, she ignored the curious stares from her fellow waiters, and did her job to perfection. Four years she’d been living in her fantastic little bubble, and she had no intention of ever leaving it. Brian had flourished, and they were both happy. It also didn’t help that when it came to Jack, her feelings were all over the place, but that was for another time to even think about.

Leon, another waiter, came toward her.

“Mr. Sosa has just entered, and he’d like you at his table.”

“Oh.” Then she remembered it was Friday, and he usually requested a quick report on her week. “Will you keep an eye on my tables?”

“Of course.”

She smiled her thanks and made her way toward the kitchen. Jack always sat near the window where the kitchen was. Mark had told her it was Jack’s table.

He was alone, and she stood beside him, gripping her hands tightly. “Hello.”

“Take a seat, Piper. I’ve told you many times you don’t need to stand for me.”

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