Page 10 of Daddy Says

“Oh, my God! He actually said he expects me to ‘serve’ him?”

“Yes. That is what we do here you know? Serve food?” Sarah said and then grinned. “Wait, were you thinking—”

“No! I just…” Jane felt her face flame because serving food had not been the definition that had instantly popped into her head.

“Uh huh, right. Anyway, I told him you were really busy and that I’d be more than happy to wait on him, but he said that he’d prefer to wait until you had a moment.”

“But I don’t want—”

“Ladies, is there a problem?”

Jane turned to see Mr. Arturo. “Oh, no, sir, no problem.”

“Then might I ask you save the chit-chat for after service. We’ve got a full dining room this evening.”

“Of course, sir. I mean, yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” Jane said.

As their boss turned away, Sarah grinned and leaned close. “That’s a lot of ‘sirs’. I’d think you were practicing being a ‘good girl’—if, that is, you weren’t so adamant about not wanting Mr. Hunk as your daddy dom.”

Before Jane could speak, Sarah went back to work while Jane gave herself a little pep talk. She had a job to do and what was that saying? Fake it till you make it? Okay, she could do that. Mr. Masterson had said he’d wait, so… he’d wait.

Plastering a smile on her face, she greeted her other customers, delivered drinks, took food orders, and never stopped moving. Anytime her eyes fell on table twenty-three, she was shocked that he was still sitting there, not showing the least bit of annoyance, giving her a smile before she’d yank her eyes away. Customers at her other tables finished their meals and left, new ones arrived, and still the man remained at the table.

“You know, I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but I do know that certain type of men, and I’m positive you know the type I’m referring to, do not find it amusing to be kept waiting,” Sarah said the next time Jane went into the kitchen.

“What’s he going to do? Spank me?” Jane whispered.

Sarah tilted her head to the side. “Feeling naughty much?”

Whipping her head around, grateful that no one appeared to be listening, Jane spoke even softer. “No, and stop trying to goad me.”

“I’m not; I just find it rather interesting that specific consequence was the first one to pop into your head,” Sarah assured her. “I was actually thinking more along the lines of what Mr. Arturo must be hearing.”

“Mr. Arturo? Why would he… oh, shit,” Jane groaned, looking out the window of the door and seeing her boss in conversation with Mr. Masterson. She could only imagine the discussion.

“Good to see you, Sawyer. I’ve noticed that you’ve yet to order. Is there a problem?”

“I’m not sure. I’m just waiting for my server, Arnold. You know, that naughty little Jane you hired. She seems to be avoiding my table, but it’s only been three hours, so I’m sure she’ll be by soon.”

Not caring to hear Mr. Arturo’s predictable response of how he’d be sure to fire the horrid waitress, Jane grabbed a menu and pushed through the door, searching madly for some type of explanation.

She saw the two men shake hands and when Mr. Arturo turned to leave, his expression gave her no clue as to how upset he had to be. No restaurant owner wanted to see bad service given and that was exactly what she’d done.

“Good evening,” she said softly, extending the menu. “I’m sorry—”

“That makes two of us,” Sawyer said, cutting her off.

“I don’t blame you if you’re angry, and I know I’m probably already fired, but please let me make it up to you. Dinner is on me.” It would most likely take every penny she’d earned all week in tips and a few additional bucks as well, but she felt just awful.

“That’s a very generous offer, but not necessary.”

“No, please,” Jane gushed. “It’s the least I can do.” Practically shoving the menu into his hands, she continued, “I’ll get you a drink while you decide what you’d like.”

Spinning on her heel, she didn’t take but a single step when an electrical current stopped her in her tracks. Gasping, she looked down to see his hand on her arm.

“I already know what I want.”

“You do? Oh, I mean, that’s good. What can I get you?”

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