Bedding the Billionaire

Sutton

“You’re late, Sutton.”

I winced internally as I listened to my boss chastise me for being late. Flinging my bag under the dingy counter at Abberly’s bar, I looked up from my crouched position to see Gabriel Reece glaring at me.

Rather than answer him, I yanked my apron out of my bag and went to work tying it on. Sadly, the next time I glanced over at him it was just in time to see his nasty ass staring at the way my t-shirt pulled tight across my chest as I tried on my apron.

Perve.

“We have a start time for a reason, Sutton” he stated in that lofty tone of his.

Seriously, who was the man kidding? There wasn’t another soul in town who would put up with his shit and we both knew it.

“I’m sorry,” I grit out between clenched teeth. I knew better than to give an excuse, even if it was a valid one. Gabe didn’t care if I had an excuse, he just liked riding my ass. It started in Kindergarten and he hadn’t got bored of it yet.

“Look, this is getting to be a problem,” he began, scratching his chest. I didn’t even want to know what the stains were that currently decorated his shirt. There had been a time when Gabe was somewhat attractive. That time was long gone.

“I’m never late,” I started, but he cut me off with a raised hand.

“Sutton, Sutton, Sutton.”

I hated the way he said my name. It was as if he were speaking of dog poop or erectile dysfunction.

“Yes, Gabriel?” I answered frostily.

I could swear that there was a glint of smugness that entered into his cold eyes as he continued to stare me down. Finally, he spoke, “You are late—again. I told you the next time you came in here late I would be taking it off your wages.”

this job, and the stick lodged in his ass. But the familiar grumbling

“It’s three minutes

so I hadn’t done the math. But at a waitressing hourly wage, I wasn’t bringing home the big bucks. I could see by his reaction that I wasn’t far off

three minutes after three. This isn’t a difficult concept, so even you should understand it. If you are unable to be on time for your shift, you can

love that. Gabe hadn’t always been the owner of Abberly’s. His mama, God rest her soul, had always been good to me. Ruth Ann treated me like gold. Which was saying something in this town, where I

trying to eavesdrop. As my eyes continued to scan the room, I saw a few of the other tables were taken. Nothing

Sutton? Max has been waiting nearly a half hour for his drink.” Gabe shot me a smug look when I immediately jumped

tearing up at me?” I grumbled just

another of my favorite people in Otterville Falls. In a rush, I wound my long dark hair into a messy bun

drink. Then I carefully balanced the tray on one arm and strode across the old wood planks completely unaware that my shoe was untied. Tripping, I nearly ended

wink, ignoring his growl of disapproval as I kissed his cheek.

“You alright?” he replied gruffly.

the look of someone that lived hard. I had heard any number of rumors about him over the years. The people in Otterville Falls loved

motorcycle and stopped at our trailer, I knew what was going on. But I also knew that Mama never cried in the morning when Max stayed over, and there were often groceries in the fridge when he left. Even after Mama died, Max still came in town every few months to check on me. I suppose you could say that he was the only father figure that I

asked in his gruff way.

I always did. “Nah, I’m doing fine. Thanks, Maxie.”

I didn’t miss the slight twitch to his lips that indicated a smile was lurking somewhere under all

of my

two elderly ladies couldn’t have been a day over seventy- five. Best friends, roommates, and

be?” I asked. “Would you like the regular or do you want to spice things up?”

way to get that boss of yours to lose his boxers, I am betting that there is nothing spicy

I gagged a little. “Eww!”

her drawn-on eyebrows, causing me to laugh. With fake seriousness I warned her, “Alice! That’s sexual harassment.” Lord knew that Gabe got a kick out of the ladies thinking he was a hot stud. I

licked her old lady lips lewdly, and I couldn’t control snort of laughter that escaped my

“Don’t let me stand in your way,” I said, pointing to the office. “Go get your man.”

menu. “Maybe