in the private rooms. It had never happened, but itcould, and when I was tired at the end of the night
my fears weren’t always rational.
“Since I’m here, I might as well make myself useful,” William offered. “Head back and I’ll bring
the tills in to you shortly.”
Any other night, I would have been grateful for all the help but, tonight, I felt like I was being
rushed to my death. Okay, so that was overly dramatic, but Daddy wasn’t happy with me, and
knowing I’d upset him sucked big time. I’d been around couples in the lifestyle long enough, I knew
I’d earned myself a punishment by not telling him I wasn’t going home.
I hadn’t meant to lie to him, but I knew he’d suggest I come to his house if I didn’t want to go
home, and there were all sorts of problems with that. I didn’t want to get too comfortable in case we
realized we weren’t compatible after the honeymoon phase ended. It could happen. We were at totally
different points in our lives, and I was sort of a mess. He had an established career, while I was
trying to make myself so valuable to Jack that he’d consider giving me more responsibilities at the
bar. I’d been doing well with that, until I’d admitted to him that I wasn’t comfortable overseeing the
back deck. But my greatest fear was that Theron would start to feel suffocated having me in his space
all the time. Yes, his house was huge, but he was used to having that space to himself.
“You’d be done a lot faster if you focused.” I startled at the sound of Theron’s voice. I looked up
to see him standing in the doorway, the tills from the back in his hands. “William asked me to bring
these to you. They’re just about finished up, and I told William I’d make sure everything was locked
up so they can get home.”
“Thank you for your help tonight.” I pulled out the stack of ones and counted them, flipping them
around so everything faced the same direction. It annoyed the hell out of me that the bartenders didn’t
realize how much easier that made things at the end of the night. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was
staying here. Most of the time I don’t even plan on it, but sometimes I study for a little while and,
before I know it, it’s too late to drive home.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” Theron said as he lowered himself into the chair in front of my desk.
He pulled out his phone and started playing some game. I watched him until he looked up at me,
quirking an eyebrow and nodding toward the paperwork on my desk. “Focus, Sam. I know you’re
worried about what’s going to happen when we get home, but I want you to push that out of your mind
for the time being.”
