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.”

of a bitch. I hadn’t been 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

answered smartly, “It’s three

could see by his reaction that I wasn’t far off the mark. Gabe looked ready to wring my bare neck. Well,

you to be here at three, not 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 find somewhere else to

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 not only came from the wrong side of the

I smiled when I saw two of my favorite older ladies glancing surreptitiously over their menus, clearly trying to eavesdrop. As my eyes

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

you say something instead of tearing up at me?” I grumbled just loud enough for Gabe to hear.

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

old wood planks completely

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

alright?” he replied gruffly.

had the look of someone that lived hard. I had heard any number of rumors about

going on. But I also knew that Mama never cried in the morning when Max stayed over, and there were often groceries

he asked in his gruff way.

way I always did. “Nah,

the slight twitch to his lips that indicated a smile was lurking somewhere under

a grin, I grabbed my notebook out of my

Reena. The two elderly ladies couldn’t have been a day over seventy- five. Best friends, roommates, and having never married,

asked. “Would you like the

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

I gagged a little. “Eww!”

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 personally couldn’t see what they were talking about.

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

me stand in your way,” I said, pointing to the office. “Go get your man.”

and turned back to her menu. “Maybe