Page 20 of Loving Lex

Randolph Sloan, my father’s business partner, had always been a slimy, preening peacock for as long as I could remember, keeping score of everything. Namely, the fact that my father made partner first. Sloan was two years later, and he never accepted that his promotion was earned. He was always trying to stick it to him.

He was also married, with a trophy society wife and two daughters roughly the same age as the woman he was face-fucking.

My stomach soured as I thought of him telling my father about how low I’d sunk, getting immense joy in my humiliation.

He let go of the redhead’s hair and pulled his dick out of her mouth, carelessly tucking it back into his still open slacks as if just taking an intermission. Walking toward me with a leering expression that repulsed me more than all the assholes on the first floor combined, he gestured to my crossed arms. “Drop your hands.”

“Mr. Sloan,” Mariah interjected quickly, moving in front of me in what felt like slow motion. “May I suggest—”

“You’re a wet dream, sweetheart,” he said, winking at Mariah, “but you’re not who I’m interested in right now.”

“I’m a waitress, Mr. Sloan,” I managed to push out. “I’m not part of the entertainment.”

“A waitress,” he echoed, a smirk pulling at his mouth. “I love it. How the high and mighty little diva has fallen. By all means, then... wait on me.” He gestured toward the table with a flourish. “Pour me a glass of rum.”

Angry tears burned the backs of my eyes, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing them fall. Lifting my chin, I walked the three steps to the table, reaching for the rum with trembling fingers. I heard the growl over my shoulder as I released my breasts to pour the liquid, and all I could do was take one breath at a time. It would be over soon.

Suddenly, soft hands palmed my breasts, yanking me back against his body as he pinched my nipples. Hard.

Yelping, I spun in his grip and slung the contents of the glass in his face. Only my aim was off, and it soaked his chest instead where his shirt hung open, making his curly gray hairs sparkle with liquor. I wanted to throw up on him to add some color. “You’re a pig,” I cried.

Mariah gasped, but he just laughed.

“It’s okay,” he said as the redhead came to his side. “This one can lick it off. Then I’ll have a whole new visual to work with.”

“Does my father know you spend your nights here?” I asked, throwing wild. “It couldn’t be good for the firm’s image if it got out that one of the partners has a live spank bank going at night.”

Wide-eyed, he grinned. “Spunky,” he said. “I never knew Parker’s little girl was so hot.”

The redhead turned his face back to her and guided his free hand between her legs. “Me and you tonight, baby,” she said. “We don’t need any little girls.”

As Sloan refocused on her, she cut her eyes at me to go.

Mariah was cleaning up the mess as I stormed out, hot tears blinding me. Who was I kidding with this job? I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do any of it.

“Hey,” Lex called as I rushed past him. “What’s wrong?”

My feet kept moving, instinctively heading toward the stairs. I needed out. Away.

“Shay!”

Lex rounded in front of me, halting my progression. “Talk to me. What happened?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, wanting nothing but a boiling hot shower to get the feel of that prick’s hands off of me. “He works with my father,” I choked out, realizing the tears were streaming down my face. “Partner in his firm. He’s—he’s known me since I was eleven. How could he—?”

“What did he do?”

I heard the murderous tone in his voice, and I shook my head. “What am I doing here?” I breathed.

Suddenly, I was wrapped up in warm, hard muscle, my face in Lex’s chest as he held me against him. The heat of his body burned through the black t-shirt, and his smell was branded into me.

“I’ve got this,” he said, his words vibrating through his chest.

“No,” I said, pulling back.

“There are rules for this, Shay,” he said.

“And at this point, they’ll fire me,” I said. “He’ll get what? A slap on the wrist? Told he can’t come get a blow job anymore? I threw rum all over him, Lex. I was sent up here as a last straw. I’m out.”

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