Page 14 of No Small Sin

“There’s nothing exciting. I don’t have a crush. What is wrong with your head?”

“That’s something someone with a crush would say.” She shimmied her shoulders. “Oh, my god. I’m going to make her my bestie and I’m totally going to hook you two up.”

I'd always relied on Samael to take care of disposing of all the bodies I’d accumulated over the years. Every single one.

Right now, I wondered how satisfying it might be to watch Andrea’s cold, dead corpse melt into goo inside a vat of lye.

I would have to look into that.

“You’re absolutely not going to fucking do tha—”

It was useless. I couldn’t even finish my sentence before she bounced away.

I really, really hoped that when the next day came, TK would spend her time working with and getting to know Andrea and that she would simply find her as absolutely fucking agitating as I did.

CHAPTERFIVE

TK

Ifucking loved Andi.

How had I stayed at my last miserable job for so long when this place existed? I’d been just chugging along at the golf course, happy to make a paycheck, but it was never truly enjoyable. Even with Skeevy Alex out of the picture, I doubted that I would've found my days at the golf course to be any better than usual.

Skeevy men come in all forms, especially when you’re a pretty face whose job it is to cater to a multitude of them.

I was sure I’d probably see my fair share at L'Ultima Cena once I really had the opportunity to get my feet wet. But I also had a gut feeling that there were at least a few people here who’d have my back when the time came, unlike at the course.

Andi happened to be one of them.

“The best part of this job is probably how easy it is to get a fat tip from the slimy old bastards who make it a habit of coming here. Bat your pretty eyelashes a few times and they’re like putty in your hands,” she informed me, simultaneously showing me the proper way to arrange a table setting.

I picked up a rolled set of silverware and mirrored her actions on the opposite side of a large group table. “It was pretty much the same at the golf course, but I had to be careful, honestly. A lot of the rich assholes around here think that a kind word thrown in their direction equates to ‘fuck me, daddy’ and I cannot with that shit.”

She circled the table and looped her arm through mine to lead me away to the next one and said, “I don’t think that’s anything you’ll have to worry about here.”

“Why’s that?” I eyed her suspiciously.

“Well, for one because there’s no way in hell I’d let anyone here take advantage of you...” I grinned at her response before she added, “…and for two because I’m pretty sure Beck would skin anyone alive who even thought about looking at you sideways.”

I gaped at her, speechless. How had she made the connection that we even knew one another at all?

She tipped my mouth closed with two fingers under my chin. “I mentioned training a new employee to him yesterday and he was totally flustered about it. He definitely has a little crush.”

“You have lost your whole entire mind, Andi.”

“Have I?” She shimmied.

“Yeah,” I leveled her with a flat stare. “You have.”

The smug look she was giving me turned feral when her eyes caught on something — or someone — just over my left shoulder. I tensed at the awkwardness I just knew this girl was capable of creating for me if that someone happened to be Beck.

“Alec!” She beamed. “Fancy seeing you here.”

I braved a glance in the guy’s direction, confident at that point that I wasn’t about to be blindsided by my entire reason for being here in the first place.

Turns out Beck wasn’t the only person who could blindside me because this guy was hot.

His dark skin was covered in tattoos, from his neck to his fingertips, and I could only assume everywhere in between. His hair was shaved on the sides, but thick, dark brown curls fell over his forehead and into his eyes. I was pretty sure his jawline could cut glass.

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