Some Sugar(7)

“How about dinner?” he asked.

“Dinner?”

“When you finish. You, me, dinner? We can get to know each other. What do you say?”

He watched as she licked her lips, and he knew what he wanted to do with those lips.

“Sure. Why not? I’d love to have dinner with you. I finish at midnight. Will that be a problem?”

“You left early this morning? Do you not sleep?” he asked.

“I’m a light sleeper, and I like to work.” She shrugged.

“No boyfriend?”

“Nope. Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, looking at him beneath her lashes.

He shook his head. “Nope.”

Silence fell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Something was happening between them, and he didn’t know what.

He leaned a little closer, looking at those plump lips.

“Faith, order’s up.”

She pulled back. “That’s me.” She had her tray, and turned to leave.

Once again, he was graced with the curves of her ass, and damn, it was a fine ass.

Paul passed her, giving her a smile.

“I thought you were with the guys.”

“I was, and then I wanted to see if you’d suck at this. You’re doing all right at the moment.” Paul slapped him on the shoulder.

“Don’t wait around for me. I’m going to be taking her out for dinner.”

“Do you think that is wise?”

“It can’t be any worse than other shit I’ve gotten up to. It’s just dinner.”

“You say that now,” Paul said, laughing. “I’m rooting for you, seriously, I am. It has been too long since you put yourself out there.”

“I have a woman regularly.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “You and I both know that it’s not the same thing. You’re dedicated to your work, and that is not a bad thing.”

Hunter didn’t want to get into that kind of debate. His work meant everything to him, and that wasn’t going to stop.

Sitting back in his chair, he lifted a can of soda to his lips, and watched as Faith made the rounds. Every now and again a huge bouncer kind of guy moved toward her. The guy would deal with whoever he was talking to, and then leave.

She would walk back to the bar and smile at Hunter as she made the orders. After the first thirty minutes, Paul had enough, and tugged him away from watching her. Hunter made sure he played at tables that she frequented.

He was already feeling bad, and all he wanted to do was stare at her. He was sick.

No.

You wanted to fuck her.

You wanted a taste of your neighbor that you’d been denying yourself.

Hunter had held back for one reason and another, and he was done. He was tired of waiting, tired of only yearning. Tonight, he was going to have his little neighbor, and he was going to make sure the only sounds she knew how to scream were his name and her begging for more.





Chapter Four



By the time her shift finished, Faith was exhausted, hungry, and excited. She made sure Dru got a cab home as she wasn’t heartless enough to ditch her friend.

But you’d be a bitch to a neighbor you didn’t know.

She really hated how she behaved. It sucked, and she wanted to make it up to him, and of course show him that she wasn’t a horrible person. She didn’t know if she was going to succeed, but the prospect of dinner and conversation was too tempting to deny.

Don’t forget the way he looked at you.

You want to see how far that look goes.

Cutting off that thought, Faith left the staff room. She hadn’t changed as she’d not brought any other clothes with her. “I hope this is okay,” she said, finding Hunter waiting for her at the main entrance.

“You look beautiful.”

She smiled. “You’re sweet. I know I don’t look great.”

“So why the prim and proper look?” he asked. “It’s a casino? I’d expect, you know, something far more revealing.”

Glancing down at her dress, she shrugged. “I guess they assume customers want their waitresses to look … reasonable. I don’t know. I dress how they tell me to.”

“You’re dressed as not to distract attention from the table. You don’t take their minds away from the game. They make more money, and they order drinks by telling you yes, and what to order, but they don’t pay attention.”

“Very true.”

He held out his arm. “Come on, let’s go and get you some dinner.”

“Yes, please. I’m starving.”

She didn’t have to wait for long as there was a restaurant just across the street.

“What if they don’t have a table free?”

“They do. I called ahead and arranged a table.”