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.”

late in over two years. I was so tempted to tell him what he could do with this job, and the stick lodged in his ass. But the familiar grumbling of my stomach forced me to hold my tongue. I needed the money that this terrible job provided. It was the reason, the only reason, I

“It’s three minutes after the hour, Gabe. What are you going to deduct, fifteen

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

so even you should

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 not only came from

of my favorite older ladies glancing surreptitiously over their menus, clearly trying to eavesdrop. As my eyes continued to scan the room, I saw a

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

me?” I grumbled just loud

my long dark hair into a messy bun and secured it with

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

called out with a wink, ignoring his growl of disapproval as I kissed his

he replied

get a good look at him. Still handsome in his early fifties, Max had 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 a good

But

“You need money?” he asked in his gruff way.

the same way I always did.

and went back to his drink. But I didn’t miss the slight twitch to his lips that indicated a smile was lurking

I grabbed my notebook out of my apron and moved to the next

as I greeted Alice and Reena. The two elderly ladies couldn’t have been a day over seventy- five. Best friends, roommates, and having never married, you rarely saw one without the other. The ladies were in Abberly’s

“What will it be?” I asked. “Would you like the regular or do you want to

“Unless you have found a way to get that boss of yours to lose his boxers, I am betting that there is nothing spicy around here going on

a little. “Eww!”

Gabe got a kick out of the ladies thinking he was a hot stud. I personally couldn’t see what they were

him—sexually,” she licked her old lady lips lewdly, and I couldn’t control snort of

said,

back to her menu. “Maybe tomorrow. I am not feeling up to a workplace