30
Lana
It’s like elephants are running through my head, and they are stomping on every nerve. It’s not good enough that I had to work this morning, now I have to work tonight as well. Last night, my dick-ass boss sent me a message that I had to work tonight. I would have turned it down, but, yeah, money.
“Take your fucking break, sweetheart, I’ll time it.” My boss addresses me like I’m literal scum. I go to the break room and inhale a sandwich. I check my messages and see one fromhim.
Quit. Or I’ll make you.
His message may be short, but it’s not sweet.
I need the money, M. I can’t quit this job.
In a couple of seconds, I get a reply back.
That asshole is abusive and has assaulted you many times by smacking your ass and making derogatory comments.
How the fuck do you know that?
I have eyes everywhere. You have until the start of your next shift to quit.
Fuck you.
You are going to wish you hadn’t said that.
Fuck me sideways, was that smart? It was necessary. I finish my short break and head back to the diner to serve people who are clearly in the holiday spirit.
“Your favorite customer is here. Go and serve him.” My boss points his head toward Marco. I feign a smile and walk up to my ‘favorite’ customer. This time, he’s alone and looking agitated. I wonder why he keeps coming back. There’s nothing special about this fucking diner.
“Hello, Marco, what can I get you?” Two eggs over easy with…
“Sausage and a cup of coffee.” I know his order by heart.
“Coming right up.” I go to the kitchen, place the order, and bring it out to him a couple of minutes later.
“So, where’s your—” Before I can ask my question, all my hairs stand on edge because I feel it. I feelhim. His presence draws everyone's attention. He exudes confidence.
“What were you saying?” Marco asks me as he eats his breakfast. I shake my head at him and excuse myself to go to M’s table. My pen is tapping furiously against my pad.
“What do you want?” My anger can’t be contained. He grabs the menu and feigns interest.
“I think I’ll have a coffee, black with no sugar or milk, and a big portion of scrambled eggs.” He is charming, I’ll give him that. It’s like he doesn’t even need to try. M has his million-dollar smile on, and his eyes are twinkling.
“Do you want that to go or be thrown onto your lap?” I click my tongue against my teeth. His dazzling smile doesn’t falter.
“On a plate, if that’s possible.” Behind my pad, I give him a middle finger, and he laughs at that. He looks so carefree rightnow—but I know better. He is fucking dangerous. I leave him be and place his order. I carry him a plate of eggs and coffee.
“Enjoy.” He takes a bite of the eggs and moans a little bit. I’m ashamed to admit that the sound turns me on.
“So, did you hand in your notice already?” I shake my head rapidly at his question because he just threw a curveball at me.
“No. Can you please finish your breakfast quickly?”
“Digestion of food is important. I’ll eat this slowly.” Fucking asshole.
“Lana!” I hear someone say, and I see that it’s Marco.
“I’m sorry, I have to go to a customer who’s calling me.”
