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I hated that nickname, but it had stuck, and Chad Redford wasn’t the kind of guy you argued with. He paid well. Provided good benefits. But if you screwed him over, you were out the door quicker than you could say, ‘Table’s up.’
My feet ached, desperate for a little reprieve as I stopped at the hatch and started checking off the order for table four.
“Things good out there?” he asked.
“Still a thirty-minute wait on tables.”
“That’s what I like to hear, Dixie.” He grinned around the toothpick wedged in between his teeth. “Don’t forget the steak knife.”
“I got it,” I said.
I might have only worked here a few weeks, but I’d bussed tables since I was fifteen.
Grabbing my towel, I lined the plates up on my arm, grabbed another in my free hand, and headed for the table. “Okay, we’ve got steak and fries, a Millers’ special with extra pickles, and a chili dog, easy on the sauce.” I placed the plates down. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Your number?” One of the guys smirked, making me bristle.
He’d been the same guy toaccidentallygrab my ass earlier.
“Drinks? Extra sauces?” I ignored his question and kept my smile locked in place.
“Come on, babe. Don’t play coy. My friend asked you a question.”
“And my answer is no,” I said, taking a calming breath.
Just smile and walk away.
Smile and walk—
“What, you think you’re too good for me?” Groper Guy leered at me, making no attempt to hide the fact he was gawking at my boobs in the ridiculously tight-fitting cropped black t-shirts Chad had us wear. The wordMillersstamped right across the chest like a neon sign saying, ‘here are my tits.’
“Okay, then. If you’re all set, enjoy your food.” I walked off before he could say anything else. When I reached the counter, Jill frowned. “Assholes at table four?”
“Assholes at table four.”
“Why is it always the cute ones?” she mused.
“Because they’re sexy, and they know it?”
We both burst out laughing, smothering the sounds with our hands. Chad shot us a disapproving glance from across the room. “Less talkin’, more servin’,” he grumbled.
“What time do you get off?” she asked.
“I’m on until close. You?”
“Ten. And then I have a hot date with Stefan.”
“Ooh, Stefan. Sounds fun.”
Jill gave her brows a little wiggle. “So fun. What about you? Got any big plans?”
“After surviving this shift? Hell no. I’ll probably fall into bed and sleep until midday tomorrow.”
“Freshman life,” Jill chuckled, “I remember it well. Oh, my table calls.” She gave me a warm smile and grabbed her notepad before heading off.
I watched the guys at table four. Thankfully, they’d moved onto a group of girls two tables over.
Usually, I liked the attention. I liked talking to new people, flirting, and being showered with compliments by a cute guy. But there was something about Groper Guy that weirded me out. And after working at a couple of places far seedier than Millers, I’d learned to listen to my gut over the years.
