Page 18 of Queenpin
Chapter 7
Mason
I’m cooking enough food for an army. The rooms are fucking gorgeous and I can’t imagine how much they cost for someone to rent one out. Hell, I don’t even want to know. It will probably make me faint if I thought about it.
Throughout my cooking, I can’t fight the temptation of looking around at everyone. There are people mulling around, dancing, laughing and then are some on their way to second base. Every one of the guests are dressed similar to Lucian.
Holy fucking hell. Looking at the boss lady in her outfit makes me want to fall to my knees and worship the ground she walks on. Everything about her commanding look has my dick begging for her. I want to slip my hand under her short dress, feel her smooth legs and then run my fingers up and down the slit of her pussy lips.
I bet she’s waxed from the hips down.
Every few minutes, she walks past me, standing straight with her tits out and looks pointedly at me. Is she checking up on me to make sure I’m not fucking shit up? Is that what she’s doing?
I can cook. I’m not worried about my cooking skills or anything like that. I just don’t want to be cooking and have someone watch over me like this. It’s frustrating as fuck.
The china plates are in front of me and they are placed in warming ovens that will help keep the food warm. I still don’t know what kind of people are going to be eating my food, but I don’t think it really matters.
“I can’t wait until we can get in those rooms,” one of the guests says to someone else as he pulls at her top.
She winks at him. “Easy there, old man. I would hate for you to have a heart attack while we’re out like this.”
“How are you holding up?” Someone asks from behind me.
I turn to see Trina looking at me cautiously. “It’s interesting…” I hedge, careful to not divulge my nervousness to her. The last thing I need is for her to tell Lucian I’m not qualified for this job.
The pretty girl smirks. “Mmm, are you bull shitting me?”
Holy fuck. How did she see through my bull shit that quickly? “Nope. I don’t know much of what’s going on. I’m just here to cook.”
She leans over my shoulder, brushing her small tits against my arm seductively. “What are you cooking?”
I about swallow my tongue. “Just some different foods. No biggie or anything.” I chirp like a hormonal teenager. Did my balls just drop or some shit? I’m a fucking mess.
Trina’s hot breath fans against my cheek. “I love a man who knows how to cook. You know what they say about good cooks?” She teases me.
I put a lot of focus on the food I’m preparing to avoid eye contact with her. If I look at her, I might turn to stone, like Medusa. What is it with Lucian and her assistant? They have me tied up in knots.
“Well,” she interrupts my thoughts. “Do you know?”
“What did you ask?” I mumble.
She runs her hand down my arm until she reaches my wrist. Her dainty fingers barely fit around my wrist. I look at where our skin is touching. I focus on it so much I try to imagine it being Lucian’s hand touching me.
“You know what they say about good cooks, don’t you?” She asks me again.
“No,” I croak out.
“They are great in bed.”
Excuse me, what?
“A couple of rules if you’re going to stay on as Lucian’s… helper,” Trina adds with attitude. “Number one, whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. You are not allowed to tell anyone what you see in here or what you hear in here. You got me?”
I nod as I focus on the food cooking. I can’t look at her. If I look at her, would she be able to see how fucking nervous I am? Would she tell Lucian that I’m a pussy who can’t handle being around dominating females? Then I’m going to get fucking fired.
Much more than that, there’s a good possibility that Raul will know it was me and he will probably tell the cops I was the get a way driver! Then I’m going to prison.
Maybe if I go to prison, I could work in the kitchen… You know? They can’t shank someone who’s responsible for cooking their damn food.
