Own hours...Raise...Money.
Those words circled inside my mind, and I nodded quickly, plastering my usual fake professional smile.
For the money.
Turning my feet, I head towards his table. His eyes never once removed from mine. As the distance decreased between us, my heart felt like it would leap outside my chest any second. "Hello, my name is Angelica. I will be your waitress tonight," I said in my best professional voice.
Smile for the money, honey!
"Hello, Angel," he said in a seductive deep voice.
Wait, did he call me Angel?
Shaking that thought off, I continue showing him a smile, "What can I get for you tonight, Mr.Winston?"
He started ordering, and I nodded, "Your order will be out soon, Mr. Winston," He gave me a nod, and I headed toward the kitchen. I can feel his eyes burning in the back of my head like he is trying to drill a hole in my body.
Looking down at his order, I realize that he may have a date since he ordered two of everything.
Of course, he is taken; good-looking men are always taken.
My eyes blast open when the food is finished in less than ten minutes; he must be really important. I carried out the food in the brutal heels and placed it down in front of him. "Please, call me if you need anything else, Mr. Winston." I offer another one of my smiles and turn my bruising feet.
Smile for the money, Angelica! The money! The pizza!
"Oh yes, I do need something else," he replies before I can even take a single step away.
I turn around and smile once more. "What would you like, Mr.Winston?"
"You," he said in the most serious tone I've ever heard. I stood there, blinking a few times.
"Excuse me?" I finally said after several thousand clocks ticking.
Continue smiling at the weird but powerful man!
"I need you."
I stand there dumbfounded, attempting not to release a humorous scoff. Tilting my head slightly, I bit my tongue to ensure I didn't curse him out.
I need this job. I need this job. Job means money. Money means food. Food. Food. Food.
"Take a seat," he demands and gestures towards the seat in front of him.
Glancing at Mr.Rayland, he nods his head mouthing me to sit down. Offering him my professional smile, I hesitantly took a seat.
"Eat," he commands.
I can tell he is a man who is used to ordering people around.
Biting my bottom lips, my smile dropped as I shot him a glare. I was tired of playing this game. "Okay, is this a bet? Because that's not very nice. I don't have time to be playing around with rich men like you," I lean back, folding my arms together.
He breaks into roaring laughter, "No, not a bet. I just thought you could use a break from standing in that modern torturing device they call heels."
Little laughter escaped my lips when I heard him say that. I bite my cheeks and start eating while he continues staring at me.
Free food is the best kind of food.
"Tell me about yourself, Angel." He poured a cup of wine.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not looking for a lover right now," I respond quickly.
VII. Wine and Dine
Start from the beginning
