Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I said nothing and continued on my way. She wanted a reaction from me, but I wasn’t going to give her one. Truth was, I might not be here long anyway. If the man wanted me to suck him off, then I was quitting. I was no one’s whore.
Stepping under the arch, I found Garrett reading a newspaper. I was unaware people still read newspapers. That one looked like one of the rich-men papers. The one with stocks and stuff in it. That fit Mr. Rich Rancher Man.
He lifted his gaze to mine as I walked over and set his scotch down on the side table beside him. “Can I get you anything else, Mr. Hughes?” I asked him.
He said nothing, but kept his eyes on me as he laid the paper down and picked up his glass. I waited patiently while he swirled the liquid around, making me uncomfortable with his steady gaze. Why wasn’t he talking? Telling me I could go? I wanted out of here.
“Silas says you have learned quickly and will be an asset,” he finally said.
“I’m glad he’s happy with my performance,” I replied.
Garrett set his glass down. “Yes, well, Silas is a man. A weak man. Good worker, intelligent, but weak. I can’t help but be concerned, knowing your past behavior, that his praise isn’t because of something more than your work here.”
What was he talking about? My past behavior? What past behavior? I stood there, staring at him, completely confused. Was this still about the night he had fired me? Was he not going to let that go?
“I’m sorry, sir. I am not sure what you mean.”
He raised his eyebrows, as if he was amused. I shifted my feet, feeling like I was missing something important here, but for the life of me, I had no idea what it was.
“Our servers here are expected to do their job well. This isn’t a biker club, and sleeping with those in charge won’t benefit you.”
If he had punched me in the stomach, it would have been less of a shock. The air left me, and I just stood there, staring. Had he just said that? Was he calling me a club slut? Had I not clarified that already? I had dated Micah. Only Micah. I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t manage to move. I was floored. He was the one who let Eliana suck him off, yet I was being accused of using sex to get a leg up.
I blinked and finally managed to find my words.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice sounding hoarse. “I don’t—” I stopped. What did I say here? If I told him what I wanted to say, then I was going to be fired. For good this time. Did I care? Yes. I needed this job, this money. I wanted to get the hell out of Ocala.
“Yes, you do understand. Now, if you will please send Eliana in here to see me, I am in need of her.”
He was in need of her. Oh my God. This man was a bastard. I hated him. He was calling me a club whore, yet he wanted his own little club whore to come in here to service him. What was this world? Even the biker club wasn’t this insulting. There was a level of respect for women. At least the women who demanded it, like I did.
I nodded, but said nothing more. I knew if I opened my mouth, all the things going through my head would fly out and could end in me telling him what a dick I thought he was. As I walked past two members on one of the blue velvet couches, I stopped to get their empty glasses and ask them what else I could get for them. How I held the smile on my face, I had no idea. Once I reached the bar, Leo was looking at me expectantly.
Eliana walked up then and placed her tray on the bar beside me. I could feel her hateful glare. There was one thing I would not tolerate tonight, and it was letting her know she bothered me. I forced a smile and turned to look at her.
“Mr. Hughes would like to see you now,” I told her as sweetly as I could.
The pleased smile that curled over her red-painted lips made me want to slap it off. I refrained, of course, and turned back to Leo and placed my next drink order.
“I might be a while. Be sure to cover my tables,” Eliana said with a flippant tone as she strutted away, back to do whatever it was Garrett needed from her.
“I did not expect that,” Leo said as he slid the drinks over to me.
“What?” I asked.
Leo nodded his head back to the right corner and that privacy door I’d heard about but never seen was in place. Josephine hadn’t made that up. A sour taste settled in the back of my throat as I turned back to Leo and shrugged.