Free Honey and Decadence by Wendi Zwaduk

Chapter One
    “A hot fuck with whipped cream.” Roxy cocked her hip, then stared at her co-worker, Gina. “You asked.”
    Gina fumbled with her tray, then placed it on the bar top. “I didn’t think you’d answer me quite so honestly, or so loudly.”
    Roxy grinned and picked up her margarita order. “You asked, I answered.” Served Gina right. Gina lived to drive her crazy. Tonight, she wasn’t going to win. Roxy wound her way across the restaurant and delivered the drink orders. She checked her tables, then headed back to the registers to print up the bills.
    “Hey, Roxy, do you have a moment?” Her boss, Elias McDowell, touched her arm. “I need to talk to you.”
    Roxy grabbed the string of receipts then followed Elias to the kitchen. “I have to deliver these.” She shoved each piece of paper into the proper bill folder. “Elias?”
    Of the two men who ran Delight Tonight, she liked Elias a lot. He always smiled, treated her with dignity and jumped in to help during the supper rush. She liked him, but not like Sean. Sean Malkin, Elias’ partner in the restaurant, made her skin tingle. He rarely spoke and hardly visited the restaurant. When he did show up, he spent all of his time in the office. Most of the servers avoided him. Maybe it was his height or his piercing green eyes. He walked with a swagger and demanded respect wherever he went. Her pussy quivered. Thinking about the cover-model-sexy man ratcheted her heat level up so many notches.
    Elias opened the door to the office, then waved his hand. “Have a seat.” He took the bill folders from her hands. “Monique? Take these to her tables.”
    The newer server nodded to Elias. “I’ll bring them back to you.” She disappeared into the main banquet room, leaving Roxy alone with Elias.
    “With the tips,” he called after Monique then groaned. “New servers. Got to tell them everything. Okay.” Elias ushered her to the leather chairs opposite the desk. “I need you.”
    “Excuse me?” Roxy refused to sit. Elias could come on to the other girls, not her. She wasn’t there to find a date. Hell no. She’d earned her BA in accounting and wanted to do the books for the restaurant instead of being a part of the wait staff. Unfortunately, Elias claimed to have misplaced her application for a promotion.
    “I need you for a party. Sean’s turning thirty-six and I want to do something nice for him.” He opened a bill folder. “This is what I want to do and you’re the perfect server for the job.”
    Roxy stared at the folded piece of paper. Nyotaimori, not accounting, like she’d hoped. Elias wanted food displayed on a human body for the consumers to eat the food directly off the presenter’s skin. So he knew about her part-time job in college. She sighed. He would know about that and not her degree. But if she played along, she’d get a chance to talk to Sean. Seeing Sean made the decision easy. “Okay, but I haven’t done this in a while. Do you want me to be totally still like a mannequin or is this going to be more interactive? And since when did we start serving sushi?”
    “I’m using you as the table, but I’m not using sushi. Sean’s not fond of raw fish. So I thought we could modify it a little and use what he likes.” Elias pocketed the paper. “If I don’t hide this, he’ll know and I want it to be a surprise.”
    “I see. You’re not serving anything hot then, right?” She folded her arms. “What did you have planned?”
    “Wine, fruit, cheeses and a couple other items. Mostly I want you there.” Elias sat on the edge of the desk. “You’re never going to believe this, but he likes you.”
    Roxy collapsed on the closest chair. “He what?” Elias had to be lying. Sean never talked to her other than to hand her a pay cheque. He never smiled or even looked like he wanted to be at the restaurant. And yet, she fantasised about him every time she used her vibrator.
    “Sean’s very”—he bowed his head—“how