Just as I was getting ready to tell her where she could find the restaurants, she held up a customer service survey card. The casino floor has the surveys posted at entrances to the restaurants, in the check-in lobby, and basically all over the whole fucking place. A huge emphasis was placed on customer service in the hotel and casino. One average survey could easily land you in human resources where you were required to watch the training video on the exceptional service that was expected at all times.
“I think you might have me confused with someone else,” I said in my most professional customer service voice.
“Oh? No, I don’t think so,” she replied.
“Yes, ma’am, you’ve mistaken me.”
“How so?”
“I’m not your boy.”
Claire chuckled an obnoxious, fake laugh as she pulled a pen out from her bag. She rapidly clicked the pen to life and spoke as she wrote.
“Ryan Hudson.”
She turned the customer service survey card around to show me that she had written my name at the top on the employee line. Fuck. I knew I’d be having somewhat of a blackmail type of lunch.
“So, about that lunch now. Where would you recommend that we have lunch?” she asked.
“The café is wonderful. Great food in a comfortable atmosphere,” I replied in my customer service tone.
“Oh, and I do want you comfortable, boy. Lead the way, Ryan Hudson.”
Fucking bitch. I kept my pace even with hers because it would be on camera. I did the whole spiel as if she were a real customer and not just someone here to make my life hell for the next forty-five minutes. We stood in the short line and she chatted as if we were long lost best friends…until we were seated.
She slapped the survey card down on the table, making sure that I knew it was there. She began flipping the pages of the menu and then asked me if I needed a kid’s menu.
“No, ma’am. I’m good with the adult menu, thank you for asking.”
As soon as we ordered, she turned into even a bigger bitch. I sipped on my Coke as she jabbed at me, and felt Russell making my phone vibrate in my pocket.
“Since you so rudely interrupted me on the casino floor, I’ll start again. My name is Claire and I am determined to make you see how horrible you really are for Russell. How mismatched you are. How you’re dragging down an incredible man. How laughable your attempt was to suck his cock. You should be worshipping that man, you little piece of trash.”
I propped my elbows on the arm rests and clasped my hands together over my stomach and listened.
“I was mortified when I found out that you were the one that turned an incredible Top into a nose wiping, babysitting Dom. I don’t think that I’m the first person to tell you this, but you really don’t deserve a man like Russell.”
“No? I think he kind of likes me. He tells me as much.”
“He lies to you, boy.”
“Russell doesn’t lie to me.”
“You think he actually enjoyed your pathetic mouth at the party?” I glared at her as my face grew warm. “Or the way you spilled his cum down your chin? Do you think he liked that? Do you think he liked being embarrassed by a boy at the party?”
I glared at her.
“You don’t understand—”
“Oh, I understand perfectly. You don’t belong with him and you’re wasting his time. In case you haven’t noticed, Russell isn’t getting any younger. Let him spend the rest of his life doing what he loves. He loves to top.”
He loves me!
Our food arrived and we ate in silence for a few moments before my cell phone ran in my pocket. I knew it was Russell, and of course she picked up on it.
“Is that Daddy Russell?” Claire laughed while she chewed and then added, “See, he has to call and check up on you. He must not think you can even function at your measly job.”
“My job isn’t measly—”
