Free The Broken Sister (Sister #6) by Leanne Davis

cushioned seats before it. Most came in there for drinks and appetizers as much as dinner. It was basically everything that Kylie was not or grew up with. Most of the clientele seemed to wear suits and professional wear. Many traveled and were staying in the hotel. The clientele were usually older, demanding, professional, and not into mistakes. She was intimidated at first, but had gained some confidence since.
    Her first table had a man working, with paperwork spread around him, and laptop before him. His head was bent down in concentration. He was quickly typing, glancing down, and absently sipping water that the maître d’ had provided. The man, maybe in his early thirties, was obviously busy. He had blond hair and a suit was about all that registered with Kylie. He was a dime a dozen for her.
    Besides, most of them looked right over her. She wasn’t the pretty, hot, bouncy, talkative waitress that got hit on by the lonely, out of town businessmen. Most were polite to her because she was quiet and unobtrusive about serving them.
    She cleared her throat to let the man know she was there, a settle trick she often employed so as not to startle the often-working diners. After clicking the keyboard several more times, the man looked up. She stepped back half a step in surprise. Wow. The guy was far more handsome than the usual customers. Flustered she quickly gripped her pad of paper to center herself. She felt the heat of a blush and smiled softly to cover it. The guy had blue eyes that leveled on her and seemed to cut right through her. His intensity was disconcerting seeing as how she was there to ask him what he wanted to eat and drink.
    “Hi, my name is Kylie, can I get you started with anything?”
    Blondie watched her for a good twenty seconds. Which wasn’t long, but under his odd, compelling stare, she fidgeted and had to talk herself into staring into his face so he didn’t realize she wanted to turn and bolt. Jeez, why the third degree stare? She tapped her pen to her pad. “Sir? Did you need longer?’
    Then… wow, it was the sun coming out. Blondie smiled. From scowling and staring at her as if she were a deer he’d shot and now needed to cut into to clean, he was smiling up at her. One side of his plump lips turned up, and dimples dug into his cheeks. Blue eyes crinkled and his long, elegant face broke up from stern and unapproachable to nearly making her drop her pen and pad. 
    “No, no. Sorry, I was concentrating. I didn’t even realize you’d walked up… Kylie, was it? That’s your name?”
    “Um, yes, sir.” His smile had dimmed a little and his eyebrows rose as he inquired about her name. Most didn’t care what her actual name was. She was a little surprised at the almost reverent way he checked.
    “And you wanted my drink order?”
    A small smile crept over her lips, as well as the blush that often did when anyone spoke directly to her, regardless if they were someone she found good looking. Though this obvious business man, in his well-cut dark suit with a blue shirt and dark blue tie, was not her typical type. He was very spit and polished. Not exactly a look or way of being she was used to. Even Donny, who ran his own small computer business and dressed in slacks and button-up shirts and occasionally ties, didn’t look like this guy. He was flawless. His watch, which was platinum and gold, flashed in subtle nuances just at his wrist, peeking through his cuffs. His entire look was crazy successful. He wasn’t hot like a surfer on the beach or another college student. He was handsome, polished, sophisticated. The subtle scent of cologne touched her nose. He was class and elegance, and he was smiling at her as if she were the only woman in the entire room. She burned up with his attention, even as she told herself, he was just good at this. He was the type of guy who knew how to focus on someone, anyone, even a nobody server like her, and make them feel like the most important and only