Page 11 of On Your Knees

“Considering his cock will be in my ass later, you probably should be talking to him,” Zeland says.

I laugh at the way her face contorts. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, bitch.”

“I’m going to speak to your boss,” she whines and storms off.

“Oh no!” I say in mock horror. “Not my boss!”

“You’re not afraid to get fired?” Ridge asks me.

I shake my head. “Why, when daddy has promised to take good care of me?” I laugh harder when he gags again, and I walk off to serve more customers.

But Barbie corners me when I reach the bar. “I had another complaint about you, Aspen. You need to be on your best behavior because you know I only allow three and then I’ll have to fire you.”

I sigh and take a tray handed to me as Marybeth whispers it’s for table eleven. “Barbie, she was harassing customers.”

“If they have a problem, they can make a complaint. You can’t take everything into your own hands.”

“Fine,” I huff, grabbing my tray and walking away before my mouth gets me fired for arguing back.

After an hour, Marybeth calls me over and tells me that the kitchen staff need me to take an order out. Connor, who works in the kitchen, smiles as I approach. “Order for your rich friends,” he says, sliding it toward me.

“Thanks, Con. Can you give me some cutlery? Something tells me one of them will need it.”

He raises a brow. “To eat a burger?”

I nod, since I have a feeling that Ridge doesn’t eat with his hands, no matter the food. Once I have their cutlery, I head toward their table. They are talking animatedly, and I see Ridge smile—damn, that man would be dangerous if he did that all the time.

“What’s wrong with your face?” I ask as I get closer.

“Nothing is wrong with my face,” he says, and I place their tray on the table.

“Are you sure? Your lips are doing something weird.”

Zeland laughs, and Ridge’s usual scowl comes back.

“That’s better—you fixed it. One day the wind will change, and you’ll be stuck like that. You’re lucky I came past when I did.”

“Stray, you’re lucky Zee likes you so much. With the press of a button, I could ruin your life.”

I chuckle at his empty threat. “Why waste your time? I do just fine ruining my own life, thank you very much.”

“You’re impossible,” he mumbles, picking up the cutlery, which makes me smile.

“When do you get a break?” Zeland asks, and I shrug.

“When these two rich pricks stop throwing money at my boss to get me to wait on their table. They’re so needy.”

Zeland takes my arm and pulls me into his lap. “I guess they just really enjoy your company.”

“Zeland, you just want to get in my pants. If I let you in, you would lose interest and shit would get weird.”

“Maybe you would move out,” Ridge grumbles.

I turn to face Ridge. “Don’t lie, you would miss me. And would it kill you to pick your burger up with your hands? The kitchen staff were bamboozled when I asked for cutlery.”

His eyes widen. “You asked for cutlery for me?”

I nod and Zeland wraps his arms around my waist. “I did. I figured a man as sophisticated as yourself wouldn’t eat with his hands like a commoner. You would want to distinguish your class somehow.”

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