to seduce a millionaire. At least my hair looked good, strawberry blonde and pulled back into a braid that was loose enough to leave some strands to frame my face. I rubbed my clear lip balm off on the side of my hand and replaced it with a shiny red gloss. I think my lips are my best feature. “Pretty girl,” I told the mirror. “Pretty face.” It was something I heard from my dad often growing up, so it was easy to say. What had taken a couple years to get out of my system was what had always followed when he’d said it: Too bad you’re so fat.
That was as good as it was going to get before six AM for Giorgio Armani.
I left the break room through the narrow hall that led to the steel double doors and the counter beyond. Mindy was rolling setups, her back studiously turned away from the far corner where Giorgio Armani sat in one of his gorgeous ash gray suits and his aviator shades. I glanced around at the other diners, who were all deep into their morning papers or their plates of eggs. Mindy cast me a sly wink as I pulled the coffee pot off the burner and went to go warm up Armani’s cup.
“Good morning,” I greeted him with my most solicitous purr, “nice to see you again. You see anything you… like?” I bent forward as I refilled his coffee, enough to put my cleavage on display but not enough to look totally ridiculous. I’m a professional, after all. I’ve had some practice with this.
“I want the two egg breakfast, eggs over easy, double bacon, and sliced tomatoes instead of toast.” As usual, Giorgio Armani didn’t bother looking at the menu. He looked straight at me. I couldn’t tell if it was my face or my boobs that caught most of his attention through his dark shades, but I hoped it was a little of both.
“Is there anything… else… I can get for you?” I asked, draping my fingers lightly over the back of his hand and raising a suggestive eyebrow. A man who was into it couldn’t miss the signal at all, but one who wasn’t probably wouldn’t see anything buy an overly-friendly waitress.
“Well, I think there is,” he replied, covering my fingers with his other hand. “What time do you get off work?”
“Not until three. I just got here.”
“What I have to say is worth leaving early to hear.”
“I’ll bet, I smiled at him. “But it’s probably not worth losing my job over. Maybe another time will work?”
“No, Chloe, I’ve waited long enough.” He held my fingers firmly in his, which sent desire shooting through me. “I want to talk to you alone. Now.”
“Let… let me put your order in.” The intensity of his voice sent fantasies of him pinning me to the wall and having his way with me spinning through my mind. I wanted that. Badly. “Watch the double doors. Come through them about a minute after me and follow me to the break room. We won’t have long, but Mindy can cover for a bit.”
He nodded and released my hand. I walked back to the counter and put the coffee pot back on the warmer. It was a good thing Giorgio Armani always ordered the same thing, otherwise I would have totally forgotten it with how much his touch, his hunger, had scrambled my brain.
He followed my directions perfectly and soon was walking down the hall with me to the break room. I had always seen him sitting down before, so I hadn’t realized how tall and broad-shouldered he was until he was standing next to me. He finally took off his sunglasses when we got back into the dingy room and I closed the door. His eyes were a light blue, like a great pair of old jeans.
I traced my hands up the lapels of his suit, savoring the feel of the fabric before pressing my body against his.
“Chloe, I-“
“Shh. This first. I’ve wanted it too long.” I ran my fingers into the thick dark waves of his hair and pressed my lips against his. He didn’t react at first, but soon the tip of his tongue was sliding against mine. He