Free Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) by Dee Palmer

final clear of the tables. My section has a few tables still to clear and Lilly is the only other waitress that has a few tables tucked away in the booths that edge the back and side wall. Customers linger, enjoying their after dinner drinks and who seem a little reluctant to leave. The front door opens and I inwardly groan, it’s late but it’s not unheard of that customers might still want to take a table at this time. I sag in relief when I see Sofia’s face. She goes to grab my arm and lead me away.
    “Hey, you might not be working but I have to finish here!” I reprimand her lightly.
    “No no no, I got your message but I want more than a text with a winky face. You must tell me all about Mr Demanding, sorry Mr Hot, Sexy and Demanding. I want more.” She giggles.
    “Oh My God Sofs, volume! I sent that text yesterday. We’ve already discussed Mr Stone. I’ve got to finish and I promised Lilly I’d finish her section so she could shoot off for the babysitter.” I continue to gather the salt and pepper mills to refill in the morning.
    “Now, why would you do that, you don’t have enough on? Oh while I think if it, you free next Friday? A private do the club is catering for and needs bodies, I put you down.” She helps clear the tables with me.
    I’m grinning. “What was that about me not having enough on?”
    “This is different and you know it. It’s way better pay and Anthony doesn’t mind as long as he has notice beside you’ll be working with me!” She gives me a hug because she knows I won’t refuse, can’t refuse, she’s is not wrong about the money.
    “Look I’m helping you finish, now spill, we talked . . . but nowhere near enough.” She grabs a cloth and I fill her in, again as we work together to clean my section before we move over to Lily’s.
    “So, I’m still not sure I see what the big deal is?” She has slowed considerably as she ponders my predicament.
    “Really?” I shake my head. “ I guess it isn’t a big deal it’s just that I felt . . .” I shake my head because it feels muddled. “I don’t know, He just seems to see right through me, he’s intense, he affects me.” My words are more reflective as my body seems to all too easily recall its response.
    “Go on?” She steps closer.
    “Look, I can’t think straight when he is there, I mean when he is right there Sofs!” I place hand right to my nose to emphasise the lack of personal space. “He had his huge cock rammed tight against my arse, right in the lecture theatre! I’ve just never, you know never . . . felt so hot. And then nothing, the next week a no show, which he never does apparently and then when he does turn up this week, nothing. Absolutely nothing, like it was all in my head.” My face is heating and Sofs takes pity on me and swallows me in her arms.
    She laughs and presses a kind kiss into my hair. “Huge eh?” She laughs again as I pull back. “Bets, you’re just feeling horny, that’s all, get some perspective. Some rich, good looking guy—How old?” She cuts herself off with her own question.
    “Late twenties, I think?”
    “Ok, this sexy, young, successful business man wants to fuck you, I’m struggling to see the downside here Bets.” Her eyes crease with amusement and shamelessness.
    “Christ Sofs! I didn’t say he wants to fuck me. He doesn’t. Whatever, look it’s not that, I have never had this reaction to a man, ever. I was worried he knew about the age thing, you know after that first meeting so I guess it’s good he’s ignoring me now. I can’t risk losing everything no matter how hot he made me feel-” There is a loud crash from one of the booths and I look to the floor and notice a vase with dried chillies has smashed and the chillies have exploded onto the floor. Lily had balanced several vases on a ledge above the booths that was clearly too near the coats. I rush over onto my knees and start to gather the mess into my scooped up apron.
    “I’m sorry Sir