Cassidy
I’ve been feeling him at night. He was in my room, inside me.
Whispering promises coupled with threats of violence in my ear while I floated between subconsciousness.
I’ve been prescribed sleeping pills for years now, but only take half the prescribed dose, too worried Noah will wake in the night needing me.
He might not be aware of it, but I feel almost every move he makes, and those words he whispers, the vulnerable ones, I long to hear them.
So, I remain in my sleeping form, allowing him to take what he needs.
As messed up as it is, I find solace in him seeking pleasure from me.
Now, I can’t believe he’s here. Having to wait on his table is hell, and I chew on my lip, contemplating asking Jolie to switch tables with me while I wait for their orders to come out.
“Order up!” Reggie declares, and I glance around the packed restaurant.
I’m going to have to do this. I pull my shoulders back and take the tray, hoping and praying I don’t fall on my ass as I walk toward the table.
He has me on edge. His handsome face and that chiseled jawline make me want to stroke over his stubble.
His body commands mine to please him, despite how much his mind objects, and we’re drawn to one another in a way we shouldn’t be, creating a ferocity of sexual chemistry I never knew existed.
Their loud voices and laughter can be heard above all other customers.
My footing wavers as I approach, and a hushed silence sweeps over the table when I place the tray down.
It should make me self-conscious, but instead, I’m grateful for their silence.
At least this way, there’re no questions or unwanted jibes.
“Here we go,” I say before I begin handing out the food.
When I get to Killa’s, he grabs a hold of my wrist and pulls it toward him.
Fear grips me. I don’t like him knowing my insecurities, and when his blue eyes zero in on the scars there, I waste no time in snatching it back.
Grateful he remains silent, I push his burger and Coke across the table to him.
“Can I get you guys anything else?” I ask.
Slash opens his mouth, and it doesn’t surprise me. “Yeah, can you just—” A thump sounds beneath the table and is swiftly followed up by his grimace. “Motherfucker!”
Killa’s focus shifts to mine, and he folds his arms over his broad chest. His muscles pull his T-shirt tight, and I don’t miss the way his biceps bulge. Jesus, he’s hot, and I want to touch him. All over. “Didn’t want any onion.” He sneers, shocking me silent for a moment.
“Then take it off,” I snap back.
“Didn’t order it.” His eyes are daring. He’s being an ass on purpose, and irritation flashes through me.
“You didn’t order anything at all. Your friend did.” I motion toward the broad-shouldered one. Venom.
“Would you like me to do it for you?” I give him a supercilious smile.
“I bet he has a lot of things he’d like you to do for him,” one of them says, but I’m unsure which, too lost in the stare-off with Killa.
“Cassidy, can you take table three’s order, please?” Reggie calls, breaking my focus.
I glance over my shoulder toward my boss and deliver him an award-winning smile. “Sure.” Then I turn to collect the tray from the table just as Killa bites into the burger. “Don’t choke on it,” I mumble, and walk away.