The Billionaire and the Waitress
By
Constance Masters
Copyright © 2014 by Stormy Night Publications and Constance Masters
Copyright © 2014 by Stormy Night Publications and Constance Masters
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Masters, Constance
The Billionaire and the Waitress
Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson
Images by Bigstock/George Mayer, Bigstock/Shootandwin, and Bigstock/Marzolino
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.
Chapter One
Josh chose a booth in the far corner. He liked to sit where he could scope out the entire room. There wasn’t a more interesting way to learn about what people wanted and needed than to watch them, except for maybe talking to them, but he always started by observing. Besides, it was enjoyable and one of the perks of being the boss.
He’d been in lots of cafés and diners on his travels. This one was a little different; he liked the atmosphere. It was quaint with lace curtains on the windows and pale blue vinyl on the benches and stools. The black-and-white checked tiles on the floor were a stark contrast. The tables were so clean he could almost see his face in the polished white Formica. This place was warm, welcoming, and homey.
“Can I get you something?”
A waitress appeared from nowhere and bent over to pour him a glass of water. The restaurant’s decor faded into the background as the pretty young woman plucked a pencil from behind her ear and stood there patiently, pad and pencil in hand. “Ah, yes, please. I’ll have a cup of coffee, black.”
“No problem.” She flashed him a brilliant smile and disappeared behind the counter.
He couldn’t help but watch her as she busied herself. Her long red hair was in a bun, but still a little untidy. Wispy curls were trying to escape from the tiny peaked hat that was part of her short sky blue uniform. It made him wonder how long it was, her hair. If that knot came undone, how far down her back would her tresses fall? All the way to her shapely bottom?
“Thank you.” he said, offering his own smile as she came back to his table armed with a tray.
“The donut comes with the coffee, free of charge.”
“Thank you, that’s very nice of you.” He wasn’t a donut lover, but he appreciated the offer.
“You’re very welcome. I haven’t seen you around here before, have I?”
“No, I’m just passing through.” At least that was the plan so far. He never knew what might come up. He was always open to staying in a town a few days if something interested him enough.
“Have you been somewhere or are you on the way to somewhere?”
“I’ve been on a vacation, mostly. I’ll be on my way back home soon.”
“What do you do, as a job, I mean?”
“Pardon me?” He balked a little at the question, but this young woman’s face was open and honest. There wasn’t an iota of recognition on her face. He realized she was just being friendly, she had no clue who he was.
“For a living, what job do you do?” she added when he didn’t answer.
“Oh, this and that.” Even though he was sure the question was innocent, he didn’t want to give too much away. He’d found out the hard way that once women knew about his money, that’s all they saw. The fact that he had a lot of money didn’t define who he was. For once, it would be nice to have a woman like him for him.
“Must be satisfying,” she said with a giggle.
“More than you know.” He found himself smiling like a weirdo that, well, couldn’t stop smiling, at nothing. “I get to meet new people, some of them very interesting.” He wasn’t on the lookout for a woman, he was there for business. An undercover mission of sorts for his ever-growing software company. This woman though had something about her that he found intriguing.
She grinned back at him. “So do I, funnily enough. Get to meet people, I mean, some of them very interesting.”
His cock twitched in his pants at the veiled come-on. “It looks pretty quiet in here. Why don’t you sit, Chelsea,” he said, reading off her nametag, “and share a cup of coffee with me. I’m paying and I hear the coffee comes with a free donut. My name’s Josh, by the way.”
“Hi, Josh. Nice to meet you.” Chelsea didn’t sit, but she did glance longingly at the chair if only for a split second.
She wanted to; he could feel it. “Coffee?” he pressed, hoping she’d give in.
“Maybe, I guess.”
He could see her looking around, he guessed to assess how busy they were. She refilled a customer’s coffee and fixed another’s check. His heart leapt when she poured herself a cup and came back to the table and sat down. “You forgot your donut.” He wanted to roll his eyes at his own stupid comment, but she didn’t seem to mind; she giggled.
“Delicious as they are, I get kind of sick of looking at donuts all day; besides, I already had one for breakfast.”
“Which leads me to the next question. What do you do, besides this, I mean? Do you go to school? Is this a family business?”
“Ah, no.”
He saw a slight twitch of annoyance flicker across her face. “To which question?”
“Both. It’s not like this is a real job.” She blatantly rolled her eyes. “I’m certainly not related to the owner of this place and I’m glad.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.” He’d hit a nerve and he could have kicked himself. He was just trying to get to know her, not hurt her feelings or anything. “So how about you tell me all about your charming town. What is there to do around here?” The smile was back, as was the sparkle in her eyes.
“Well, let’s see. There’s the bowling alley and there was a drive-in, but that’s closed now. There’s a movie theater, but don’t expect Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie to drop by for a première anytime soon. Movies screen a few months after they do in the city.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Good, the awkward moment was gone.
“We do have a Walmart about half an hour away if you need anything. There is a general store, but that doesn’t have much more than the basics and it’s expensive.”
“Ok, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Chelsea!” the only other customer left called. “Heat my coffee up for me, please, honey.”
“Be right there, Fred,” she called back. “Fred is lonely. His wife died last year, he can sit in here all day on one cup of coffee and its refills.” she whispered.
“I might be a widow, young Chelsea, but I ain’t deaf,” the man grouched.
“Sorry, Fred. Just being neighborly with Josh here. He’s just passing through.” Chelsea got up and headed over to fetch the coffeepot.
“You be neighborly with your own business, girl, don’t be spreading tales about me.”
“Will do, sorry, Fred.” She rolled her eyes and mouthed, “He’s a little grumpy.”
Josh didn’t have an answer, which in itself was odd. Usually he had an answer to everything. At that moment he didn’t want to say anything, he wanted to listen, to anything she had to say. Of course watching her wasn’t bad either; there was something about that short uniform and the way she swung her hips. He didn’t think she was even trying to be sexy, but she sure was,
sexy as hell.
He watched the pretty young thing as she bent over the older man and poured coffee in his cup. Fred smiled up at her when she touched his shoulder. There was nothing in it, just a sweet person caring about another person, one who was lonely and in need of a kind word and a gentle touch. By the time she left the table, the old grump seemed happy to go back to his paper.
To Josh’s disappointment, Chelsea didn’t come straight back to his table, but continued her work for a little while. She put on fresh coffee and then went in back to the kitchen to talk to the cook. He found himself waiting for the door from the kitchen to swing open again. When the little redhead did appear, she had a fresh tray of donuts. She refilled the plate with the quaint glass cover on the counter. His eyes were still on her and she obviously felt them because she turned.
“You need something, Josh?”
How did he answer that? His jeans were tightening over his growing erection at the thought of what he really wanted and her smile was melting him. “I was wondering if I could have another donut, please.”
She grinned. “You haven’t touched the first one yet.”
Good one, genius. Why would he say that? The blood had obviously drained from his brain to other places. “I know, I was suddenly hungry though and I knew that one wasn’t going to be enough.”
“Ok, then,” she grinned.
He devoured the donut in front of him in a couple of bites while he waited for her to reappear. When she did, she brought the coffeepot and freshened up both their coffees.
“I can take another small break if you’re not sick of me yet.”
“Sick of you? Quite the contrary. I was hoping you’d come back.” He grinned. “I have a confession. I didn’t want another donut, I was trying to find an excuse to get you over here.”
“I figured. That’s why I didn’t bring you one.”
“So tell me about yourself.”
“Me? Not a lot to tell, really. I’m just your average girl from a small town. I’ve lived here my whole life. I started a degree in marketing but it wasn’t really for me, so here I am, working here.”
“It’s an honest living.”
“Yeah, I guess. What about you?”
“I didn’t finish school either. I started a degree in software engineering, but I left before I got my degree.” It was on the tip of his tongue to just blab out everything, but he pulled himself up. He had a good feeling about this girl, but he didn’t know her. Yet.
“Why?”
“I got a job placement and I didn’t really feel like a degree would add to that.”
“Like me. Our stories are similar.”
“Yes, they are, more than you would think.” Josh might be a billionaire now, but he hadn’t started that way. He could relate to someone taking a job in a diner to make ends meet. “I grew up in a country town too.”
“You did?”
“Uh huh. Spent my younger days working on a farm. It wasn’t our family’s farm, but I worked at a neighbor’s farm all through high school.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“Why do you ask that?” He’d actually loved it when he was young, but things change. Computers had always been a draw card for him.
“Well, you said you live in the city, I’m guessing that you didn’t like small town life.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I mean I like the city and that’s where my job is, but there’s something about small town values that are appealing.” And the slower pace. People didn’t spend all day in a diner at home. Well, he didn’t, that’s for sure, and he was too busy to notice if anyone else did.
“You’re right, there’s a lot to be said about it. A happy medium would probably be the answer.”
She’d hit the nail on the head. There were things about living in both places that had merit.
The diner got busier and Josh was disappointed when Chelsea went back to work, although now and then she stopped by his table to see if he needed anything. Another waitress clocked in for the busy period, but her two-sizes-too-small uniform held no interest for Josh, nor did her glossy, pouty-lipped smile. Chelsea was more natural. Although she wore some makeup, which he noticed as she passed for the umpteenth time, it made her look pretty, not tacky or overdone.
It was interesting watching people as they walked by the windows before entering. Some were chattering among themselves and some were alone. One person seemed to be talking to herself, but when she came in, he could see the woman had been talking to a child. Not that there was an influx of people; it was more like a dribble over several hours. Fred finally got up, plonked his hat back on his head, and left, thanking Chelsea on his way out.
As the afternoon became early evening, the daylight outside the lace-framed windows dimmed and soon his only focus was inside the room. It was getting a bit embarrassing. He’d been there all day and all he’d ordered was the coffee and a Coke later in the afternoon. Josh held up his hand to try to get Chelsea’s attention, but dropped it again as the wrong waitress turned around. She smiled and rolled her eyes condescendingly.
“I think your guy—”
“He’s not my guy, Soph—” Chelsea whispered.
Josh tried to look away but just couldn’t. Chelsea had whispered something to the other waitress and he wished he was fluent in lip-reading. All he’d really got was my guy. Were they talking about her boyfriend?
“He wants—. You wanna take first dinner break—?” Sophie snapped her gum noisily.
“Tom wouldn’t like that.”
Ok, he heard that. Who was Tom? The boyfriend they’d mentioned? What did he want? Someone seemed to be planning a dinner break. Was he coming to the diner?”
“—can do whatever the hell they want,” Soph giggled. “Besides, he might not be back until tomorrow.”
Really, could they at least stand still? Every time they turned to do something, he lost part of the conversation.
“What if—”
“—but if it’ll ease your mind some I’ll make sure.”
“How are you going to do that? You know how vague our boss Tom can be.”
Josh only caught a word here and there of that conversation as they were still carrying on with their work, but he did catch the bit about Tom being the boss. The relief that statement brought surprised him. He pricked his ears up when the conversation moved close enough for him to hear what they were saying.
“Watch the master.”
Josh watched Chelsea chew on her pencil. She looked nervous. They’d gone outside to make their call, but were obviously unaware that he could hear them through the thin window glass.
“Hi. Mr. Blackburn?” the other girl said into the phone. “This is Sophie. I’m just phoning because, well,” she covered the phone for a second and giggled silently.
Chelsea covered her mouth, but her body was shaking with silent laughter.
“Chelsea was worried about you when you didn’t turn up to work tonight. She thought you may have had an accident or something on your drive back.”
Josh almost laughed aloud himself as Chelsea made a cutting motion across her throat to her friend. Her delicious curves still shook with laughter beneath her uniform and her eyes sparkled with fun.
“Oh, really? You’re not? I’ll let her know that you’re fine and that she’ll see you tomorrow.” She hung up and both girls burst into a fit of the giggles.
“You’re so dead,” Chelsea said when she finally calmed down. “The sleaze is gonna be all over me now.”
All over her? That wiped the smile from his face. Josh had never set eyes on this guy but he hated him already.
“Oh, don’t be a baby. You can handle him; he likes you, that’s all. Now you know you’re safe, you can go relax with your new friend. I have this. It’ll make up a bit for throwing you under the bus.”
“You are such a friend. I will take you up on it though.”
“If you don’t, I will. That man is smokin’ hot!”
Josh was more
interested in Chelsea’s reaction to the other girl’s statement.
“He’s not bad.” Chelsea said with a restrained smile.
She turned and looked right at him and he quickly buried his head in the paper to cover the fact he’d been eavesdropping. Damn.
“Oh, yeah! There’s a lot of good-looking men around here that number one, aren’t already taken and number two, seem taken with you,” Sophie said, her voice laced heavily with sarcasm.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but I’ve told you before, I’m not looking. It is nice to talk to someone new though, someone halfway decent.”
That was something, he supposed.
* * *
“Hey.” Josh said when the pretty redhead once again stood at his table with her trusty pad and pencil in hand.
“A little bird told me you were trying to get my attention. Can I get you something?”
“As a matter of fact, I am about ready for dinner. Care to join me?” He liked a challenge, didn’t he? Her smile told him she was open to having dinner with him; that was a start.
“I’d like that. It’s about time for my dinner break anyway. What’ll you have?”
“Whatever you’re having, make it two.” He didn’t care what he ate. He just wanted her to go get it, come back to the table, and sit down with him before someone else needed her attention.
“The steak sandwich is good.”
“Sounds good to me. With fries?”
“Of course. What good is a steak sandwich without fries and onion rings?”
“Oh, of course.” Josh could only imagine the size of the plate that was going to hold all that. After years in the city, he’d come to accept smaller portions that cost twice as much money as the norm. It was more like art on a plate than a filling meal. He’d struggled at first, but he’d become acclimated and needed less food after a while. Besides, that’s why God made pizza, so you didn’t actually die of starvation after going to a restaurant.
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