Make Me, Take Me by Amanda Usen

Author:Amanda Usen [Usen, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: submissive, dominant, restaurant, reunited lovers, Make Me Take Me, Brazen, Amanda Usen, erotic, BDSM, Hot Nights, contemporary romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

When the lunch rush ended, Betsy’s gaze strayed to the kitchen door for the umpteenth time that day.

“He’ll come,” her mother said.

“What?” She jerked out of her daze and began chopping parsley.

“Quinton James. Isn’t that who you’re waiting for?”

“No! God, no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But the truth hollowed out her chest, making her feel empty. She’d waited for his text all day, but her phone had remained stubbornly silent. Her mood, not good to begin with, soured even more. This whole day had been a clusterfuck from the minute she’d walked in and found her mother in the kitchen making gumbo instead of out front in the bar.

Betsy should have had the whole day alone to figure out how she felt about what Kate had said yesterday and, more important, what to do. Instead she was stuck pretending to be grateful for the extra help while wondering where her mother stood on the subject. Lunch had come and gone and she wasn’t any closer to making a plan. Her mom was right. She couldn’t stop thinking about Quin, and she couldn’t shake the sense she was making a huge mistake.

Her mother laughed, and Betsy looked up, startled by the happy noise. “What?”

“You never could lie to me.”

“I don’t want to talk about Quinton James.” Heat spiraled up from her center and buzzed in her cheeks. She set her knife on the cutting board and wiped her hands on a towel. The tears she’d banished in Quin’s lobby threatened again, and her throat tightened. She forced a deep breath past the lump in her throat, filling every space in her body with air and leaving no room for tears. She was not going to lose it in front of her mother.

The subject of Last Call hung between them like an invisible barrier, one she hadn’t been willing to cross this morning when she was feeling guilty for being late for work, but she couldn’t avoid it forever. Where to start? Quin’s low voice vibrated in her head. Isn’t that why you’re killing yourself to get the café off the ground alone? A hefty mortgage payment? In her mind’s eye, she saw his expression slam shut, hiding his thoughts.

Betsy knew exactly where to start; she was just afraid to ask the question. She exhaled slowly and turned to her mother. “Did you take out a mortgage on the bar?”

Her mom looked at her for a long second before she lifted her chin and nodded, looking so much like her younger daughter it made Betsy flinch. Her mother and Kate really were two peas in a pod, and where did that leave her? The towel in her hand slid to the floor.

Her mom picked it up and tossed it in the direction of the bin. “Did you think culinary school was going to pay for itself?”

Betsy shook her head. “I got student loans. I pay them every month.”

“Uh-huh—and the rest of the bills came to me. I called the school and set it up with the financial aid office.

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