I got up and grabbed Pearl by one shoulder as she let out a gasp and looked up at me with a shocked look. Her breathhitched as I leaned down to pull out her chair for her before standing to my full height.
“Sit down, Pearl. Good sluts get rewards, bad ones get punished. Unless that’s what you want?”
“We aren’t in the club anymore,” she whispered. But this time she didn’t bother checking if her coworkers were witnessing this. She was too pissed off to care. At that moment, she was fully mine.
“Then say the safe word.” She pushed her lips into a thin line. “That’s what I thought. Nowsit.”
She took the chair, adjusting it so she was closer to the table, and just sat there, like a good little toy waiting for instructions.
With a satisfied smirk, I sat down and motioned for my original waitress to come over. She was still watching but had stayed on the sidelines, letting Pearl do the work.
“Get your boss.”
She swallowed thickly before nodding and running away.
I took another sip of my drink.
“Well, aren’t you going to eat?” I asked and pushed the plates toward Pearl.
Apparently, her favorite was a simple ribeye, which, combined with the side of fries and the lobster, should be enough for her.
“You ordered this for me?”
I didn’t dignify her question with a response. After a few seconds of hesitation as she shifted under my stare, Pearl slowly picked up the fork and knife, digging into the steak first.
I leaned forward and grabbed one of her fries just as her boss came.
He was a wire-haired man with a scowl on his face. I hated him immediately. Especially when he ignored me and went straight to Pearl.
“Pearl, what are you?—”
“She will be dining with me for the rest of her shift,” I said and grabbed the wad of cash I had prepared from my pocket. His eyes widened and a smile pulled at his lips, telling me his hesitation was all for show. “This is more than enough. I’ll give her her tip personally.”
Pearl looked like she was going to say something, but her boss happily fucked off with a small “Enjoy” and nothing else.
“Bastard,” Pearl muttered under her breath and stuffed a fry in her mouth.
“When was the last time you ate?” I asked, ignoring my phone buzzing on the table.
“At the start of my shift… five hours ago?”
She eyed my water, and I gritted my teeth.
“They don’t give you breaks or are you just a masochist?” I hissed as I pushed my water over to her.
“Too busy for breaks. It’s a Saturday in New York.”
She had a point there. But that didn’t make it legal. Or humane.
“Eat more,” I said, leaning back. “You’ll need the energy for what I’m going to do to you later.”
She choked on her food, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Is that what you’re here to discuss?”
I nodded.
“I’ll make it simple for you, Pearl. I want you to be mine. I’ve waited long enough, and I don’t plan on letting you go now that I’ve had you.” I paused. “I’m offering you a contract. On the outside, it will look like you’re my personal assistant, but behind the scenes…”
