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my feet and wishing I was in my bed. Kelly, my co-worker,
who was also busting her ass, gave me an exhausting look
as she passed me. “Table eleven. Can you grab it for me? I
need the bathroom.”
I nodded. “I got it.”
I straightened my apron, took a last bite of my sandwich,
wiped the corners of my mouth and made my way to the
awaiting table.
I saw that he had already been served. “Hi, would you
like anything else?”
My smile froze on my face, and I choked back a gasp.
Are you kidding me?
Mr. Stalker aka Mr. Pain-in-my-ass aka Maddox grinned
at me, an almost boyish look on his face with decadent
mischief in his gaze. The second thing I noticed was that
his poodle hair was gone. Holy shit, he cut it? Maddox’s
long, shaggy dirty blond hair had been cut short. No more
man buns, no more surfer swagger. Did he cut it because I
called him Poodle? I didn’t think he was that offended, but I
figured it bruised his ego.
“Yes. You,” Maddox said.
I recovered from my shock, picked up my jaw from the
floor and snapped my mouth shut. “Excuse me?” I asked
stiffly, still reeling from disbelief.
He pushed his chair back, extended his legs in front of
him and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You asked if
I wanted anything else, I gave you my answer. You.” His
teeth grazed his lower lips and he eyed me up and down in
my waitressing outfit. “I've been wondering if your pussy
tastes like cherry, too.”
Oh, for Pete’s sake.
“Maddox,” I hissed.
“Lila.” My name rolled off his tongue, like he was tasting
it.
“What are you doing? This is my workplace.”