“How old are you?” I interrupt.
“Just turned twenty-one last week, and I have all the paperwork needed to prove it.”
“Good. Very good.”
“I’m so confused...” she trails off, not knowing my name. I should tell her to call me Mr. Avery or boss, like most of my staff, but I don’t.
“Call me Jet, and you’re hired.” And I am beyond fucked. Camille is completely legal, and my cock likes her very much.
“Really?” There’s so much hope in her voice, a sense of relief that I will never destroy.
Ignoring the way my heart thumps harshly at her happiness, I smile. “Yeah, head on back to the bar and ask for Ana. She’s the head waitress and will give you an application I’ll need filled out before you can start. All the instructions are attached in a packet, along with the list of documents I require for your file.”
“Thank you,” she breathes out, and then does something that destroys what’s left of my world. Camille, in her innocent beauty, kisses my cheek before walking away. A soft touch of her lips, a fleeting moment that lasts no more than a second, tells me everything I need to know.
This has disaster written all over it, but I’ll gladly bear the consequences.
Keeping our relationship professional will be hard, but I’d rather die of blue balls then send her out there to fall into the wrong hands, ones that might see a beautiful girl as easy prey.
I might want a taste of her sugar, but I will never force myself or mistreat her. Instead, I’m going to protect her. She can work here and be safe.
No one will ever harm her.
She’s under my care now.