Page 10 of On Your Knees

Chapter Four

Aspen

All week, for every shift I have at The Syllabus, Zeland parks himself in the same booth. Normally, the women flock to him and it’s hilarious watching them try to get his attention. Up until tonight, Ridge hasn’t made another appearance. I’ve decided it’s easier to work when he is around, even if he calls me stray and complains about the slow service—sorry, my legs are short and can only move so fast, douche. Compared to the other nights, there is a lack of female presence at the table. Ridge’s “fuck off” vibe is strong and I don’t blame them for giving it a wide birth.

Tonight, there isn’t a spare seat in the building, and Ihaven’t seen so many people packed in here since I started working for Barbie. She hired a local band to play, and they have a decent following. It’s enough to keep us servers on our toes, though the tips tonight have been amazing.

“Hey, baby,” some drunk idiot says, grabbing my arm and almost making the empty glasses piled on my tray topple to the floor. “What time do you get off?”

“On the twelfth,” I throw back.

“The twelfth?” he asks, puzzled by my response, his drunken state not allowing him to catch the hint.

“Yeah, the twelfth of never.”

“You’ll change your mind—they always do.”

“Ew,” I say, moving away from him a little. “That didn’t sound rapey at all. Maybe you should call it a night, buddy.”

I don’t wait for his response, moving away before I tell the idiot what I really think of men like him. Does he not realize he is the problem? Or do men like him think that just because they find a woman attractive, she should automatically want him back? Yeah, hard pass buddy.

“Two more drinks for your rich friends,” Marybeth, the new girl behind the bar, says as she pushes a tray toward me.

I’m almost positive Zeland has made it clear to everyone that only I am to serve his table. Fucking rich boys have no idea. I’m sure at their fancy clubs it works that way, but here, we have to keep things moving. We don’t have time for me to be their only server.

I place the empty glasses down and take the new tray, making my way across the floor to their table.

“Hey, Pocket Rocket. I haven’t seen you in almost half an hour.”

Ridge scoffs. “That’s because she is working.”

“Thank you, I think that might be the nicest thing you have said to me. Now say it slower in your sexy voice, so I can bank it for later.”

Zeland laughs and Ridge just shakes his head, not even dignifying me with a response.

“I will record him for you later, when I’m sucking his cock and he’s telling me how well I do.”

Ridge snaps his gaze to Zeland, and I laugh. “I think he might punish you now.”

“He knows I like it rough. Spank me, daddy.”

Ridge gags.

“Oh my god. Bite me, daddy,” I say in a fake feminine voice, and he gags again.

“He hates the worddaddy,” Zeland says with a chuckle.

“I’m only a few months older than you, so the whole daddy thing doesn’t work. It makes me think of my dad and his whore of the month,” Ridge grits out.

“I will call you daddy,” some bimbo purrs, running her nails over Zeland’s shoulder. She appeared out of nowhere.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” I say, and both men look at me with a raised brow. “What? I thought if I said it three times another whore would appear.”

“Excuse me?!” the woman screeches.

“You’re excused,” Ridge says in his boss voice, the one he uses when he is on a phone call. It’s his “no room for argument” tone.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” she snaps at him.

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