Page 19 of The House Guest
He smiled. “I didn’t mind it.”
I felt myself blush.
“Thanks for the tea,” he said. “And the talk.”
I held up my mug. “Here’s to fire alarms.”
Dorian saluted me. “Until the next strange encounter in the night, Primrose.”
I’ll be looking forward to it.
CHAPTER 6
A few nights a week I worked as a waitress at The Blue Wave, a waterfront restaurant. There certainly were worse places to work, given that it was right on the ocean. But on this particular night, it was so busy that I barely had a moment to breathe.
I got to table three and prepared to take their drink order. “Sorry for the wait,” I said, taking out my tablet. “How may I—”
I stopped in my tracks when I got a look at the handsome man sitting across from his date.
His eyes widened. “Primrose…”
I gulped. “Dorian.”
We hadn’t crossed paths since the fire alarm incident almost a week ago. It was jarring to see him here in my place of work. The look on his face told me he hadn’t known I worked here.
The blonde sitting across from him looked between us. “You two…know each other?”
“You could say that.” Dorian closed his menu. “I didn’t realize you worked here.”
“Well, we never discussed where I work. This is where I waitress a few nights a week.” I shrugged. “Obviously…”
He turned to his date. “Primrose is the niece of my late father’s wife.”
“I see.” She sighed. “Good to meet you.”
“You as well.” I ran a hand through my hair.
“She’s actually staying at the mansion,” Dorian added.
The woman blinked as she turned to him abruptly. “With you?”
“Yes.”
“We don’t see much of each other, though,” I added.
His mouth curved into a smile. “Unless the fire alarm goes off.”
I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Right.”
“Andwhyis she living with you?” his date asked.
Before Dorian could say anything, I responded.
“I lived there with my aunt before she and Dorian’s father passed away. Dorian was gracious enough to let me continue staying there while I finish school.”
“Shouldn’t we all be so lucky to have wealthy relatives to live off of?” she chided.
The nerve of her. Wow.“We’re not related,” I clarified.
