I’m going to destroy the motherfucker.
Chapter 2
One Big Disaster
Harley
Fuck this.
I don’t get paid enough to deal with morons like this guy. I narrow my gaze at the slimeball. “I didn’t say anything when you accidentally-on-purpose touched my ass, so now you’re doubling your efforts to catch my attention.”
He shrugs. “I asked for your number, you said no. I offered to pick you up after your shift, you turned me down. I suggested I give you my number, that fell on deaf ears. I’m a great catch, you know.” An oily smile spreads across his face.
His buddies snicker.
A great catch for venereal diseases, I’m sure.
“Come on. One date, Harley.”
I hate that the idiot knows my name because it’s pinned to my chest.
I shake my head.I’d rather plunge both hands in the deep fryer in the kitchen.“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go check up on my other tables.”
I ready myself to turn around, but a hand grabs my wrist.
I lower my eyes to the hairy fingers before lifting my gaze toshoot daggers at the man who thinks he has the right to touch me. “Let. Go.”
He smirks.
Asshole.
I yank my wrist away from his iron grip. The momentum sends me stumbling backward and into someone.
“Crap,” the person says.
I glance over my shoulder in time to witness a coworker holding a tray weighed down with plates of food lose her balance. A loud clang booms in the dining area as a clutter of dishes hit the floor before tomato sauce splashes everywhere.
My gaze drops to my uniform.
My white shirt resembles a poor man’s Jackson Pollock painting.
A woman lets out a piercing scream that makes my blood run cold.
Patrons gasp.
I turn around.
My eyes meet horrified blue ones and my mouth drops open.
The woman’s white suit is covered in spaghetti bolognese.
She gets up, places her fists at her waist, and shoots lasers at me.
Fuck my life.“I’m sorry,” I say. I grab a cloth napkin and dip it into a glass of water with the intention of wiping the gunk off this poor woman.
“Do you have any idea how much this suit cost?”
All movements freeze.
