Page 485 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I laughed. “Please excuse my boyfriend. The better the options look, the more he forgets his manners. If anything, you should take his rudeness as a compliment.”
“Of course.” The waiter bowed slightly and backed away from us. His cologne lingered, but not nearly long enough.
I shoved Chad’s leg. “You should really be nicer to the waiters,” I said.
“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Be nice to yummy waiter man.”
“He seemed average,” said Chad. “And I might have been nice if he hadn’t started flirting with you right in front of me.”
“Babe, he wasn’t flirting with me.”
“Oh really? Then what do you call that bullshit about making a piña colada just for you?”
Flirting.He’d 100% been flirting with me. But I couldn’t admit it to Chad when he was in his sexy jealous caveman mood. “He was just doing his job.”
“Well, he better do his job in a less flirty way or he’s gonna get punched in the face.”
“Who’s gonna get punched?” asked one of the hooded guys.
Chad looked back. “That waiter. He was just hitting on my girl.”
“I punched a waiter once,” said the guy. From there, the conversation devolved into Chad and a few of the hoods trading stories about ways that they’d abused their employees.
Teddybear and Ghostie are so lucky that I treat them so nice.Sure, I was hard on them. But I also let them be hard on me, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, it seemed like the conversation was going well. In fact, Chad was having so much fun with his new friends that he didn’t even pay attention when the waiter came back with our drinks. I ordered him the steak and a scotch on the rocks.
“Oh my God,” said Ash. “These piña coladas are amazing.”
I took a big sip from my martini glass. It was an odd choice of glass for a piña colada, but I didn’t care. Because Ash was right. “They really are delicious.”
“What do you think his secret ingredient is?” I asked.
She took another sip. “I think I’m getting a hint of banana.”
Banana juice?If it was, then there was about a 100% chance that Ash would end up face down on the table getting railed by every member of the Gryphon Club.
But she had requested avirginpiña colada, which meant that hers couldn’t have any banana juice in it.
We were almost done with our drinks when the waiter came back.
“Told you it was good,” he said. “May I get you ladies a refill?”
“As long as you’re not planning on taking this one from me, then yes, I’d like another.”
“I wouldn’t dare take a beautiful woman’s drink.”
Chad looked over and scowled at him. “I need a refill too.”
The waiter looked confused. All of Chad’s glasses were full. “Of which beverage, sir?”
“My scotch.”
“But your scotch is full, sir.”
“Is it?” asked Chad. “I don’t think it is.” He took his drink and tossed it right in the waiter’s face. “Now quit flirting with my girl and bring me another.”
“Ah!” I screamed as some scotch splashed onto my dress. I pushed back from the table and shook my arm off.
