Vice by L.M. Pruitt

Author:L.M. Pruitt [Pruitt, L.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance, Romance, Angst, second chance, edgy, small town
Publisher: SP Press
Published: 2017-12-19T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I was probably twenty shades of stupid but I did what he asked and wore a dress to the steakhouse which, it turned out, was officially called Morton’s. Who the hell Morton was and why he’d been important enough for somebody in Cotton Creek to name a restaurant after him was a question for another day. At the moment, I was wondering where Abraham was and why he’d been so insistent on me wearing a dress.

I was also wondering why one of my new hires thought I was honestly going to let her write a piece on ways to get free food from restaurants. I was going to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume this was a one-off bout of stupidity. If it happened again... well, there was a reason I always insisted on a sixty-day trial period.

“Hey, there, Jeannie.” Lynn’s too bright tone was forced and strained enough to break through the daze I tended to descend in to when working and I glanced up, frowning. She smiled, saccharine sweet, and I mentally resigned myself for whatever supposedly cutting remark she was preparing to deliver “You should know, we’re not hiring right now. All full up for the season.”

“First of all, Cotton Creek isn’t some sort of tourist mecca so there really isn’t a ‘season’, Lynn.” I turned my attention back to my phone, already finished with the conversation. “Second, I haven’t needed to bust my ass waiting tables in a good number of years. Nothing wrong with it, mind you, but I’m past that point in my life.”

“I didn’t know you were a server.” Abraham crossed the tiny lobby, dropping down next to me on the bench before leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “Did you have to wear one of those kitschy uniforms with a frilly apron and heels?”

“I was a server, not a cocktail server.” I saved the email draft on my phone, shutting off the device and sliding it in my purse before turning to face him. “When you’re working in a place that does close to two hundred guests in one hour and you’ve got eight tables, the last thing you want to do is hobble around in heels.”

“I suppose the blisters would take away from the cute factor.” He grinned, taking my chin in one hand and tilting my face up to his. The kiss this time was longer and just intimate enough to make me hope nobody other than Lynn was watching us. Drawing back, he murmured, “Missed you.”

“We spent two hours on the phone last night.” Which had started with me complaining about the photos for the center spread on food trucks not being colorful enough and ending with some of the dirtiest phone sex I’d ever had. If I was being honest, it was really the only phone sex I’d ever had but I didn’t think Abraham needed to know that. He was already far too proud of his sexual prowess. No need to build up his ego any higher.

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