Anything He Wishes (Billionaire BDSM Erotic Romance) by Alana Marlowe

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    "It's your turn."  Marie's smirk made me recoil .  I rolled my eyes and turned back towards the dining room.  It was my turn to wait on Mrs. Fitch.  We all called her Mrs. Witch because that's what she was.  No matter how many times you repeated the order back to her and confirmed it, she always complained it was wrong.  ALWAYS.  It didn't matter who waited on her.  I shifted my weight as I sharply pulled down my vest and walked tall over to the table, trying my best to put on a smile.
    "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Fitch.  So nice to see you today!" 
    I tried to sound energetic. 
    "I have a few others joining me shortly.  Do get me a brandy." With a wave of her hand she shoo'd me away to fetch he drink.
    Scurrying off to the bar, I made sure to remember the water she always requested later.  It was in her blood to make us run around like crazy and she looked like she enjoyed it.   She never ordered it at first but she always wanted it so I figured I could save myself a trip.
    By the time I returned to the table, her other guests had arrived, mos t of which I had not seen in the few months I had been there.   They all looked like business men and women, in a sea of blue and grey suits and white dress shirts.  It was if they had no faces really.  They all seemed to blend together, except for Mrs. Fitch who wore a pastel green dress.  She loved her pastels.
    "Good Afternoon.  My name is Jess.  Please allow me to get you a beverage."
    A slurry of drink orders were tossed towards me as I hurriedly wrote them down, making sur e to confirm them as they came.
    "Oh, where is Nathan?  That boy is always late!"  Mrs. Fitch barked as I turned on my heel and headed once again to the bar.
    S taring glassy eyed at the side door while waiting on my drinks I could see the little peek of beach.  The sun glittered across the water and I found myself daydreaming about lying out on the beach with some fruity drink with an umbrella and a pineapple in it, reading and enjoying life instead of being stuck inside waiting on the ungrateful.  My love/hate relationship with the rich made it easy to wish I was one of them, but at the same time loathe how most of them treated others.
    "Jess... you're ready to go. "   Said the voice pulling me back into reality. Jake, the bartender and owners son was a cute young thing.  To young for me, but that didn't stop me from filling up a couple of nights fantasizing about having him in my bed.  He had one of those high and tight asses that made you want to attempt to bounce a quarter off of it.  I never saw him date even though there were plenty of women that wanted to date him.
    Everyone that worked with him knew he was gay, n ot that I cared.  He knew how to work a crowd and make the best drinks and that is all that mattered to me .   Most of the older women flirted with him and he played along, letting them think he had a thing for them.  They threw money at him and he let them.  He knew he had a good thing going and he continued to play the game.
    A strong sexy voice startled me from behind.  "Excuse me, I am here to meet with Mrs. Fitch.  Could you point me her direction?"
    Quickly spinning, I was caught speechless at the masculine creature that stood before me.  E verything in the room around me went dark and all the light tunneled in on his face.  The dryness in my mouth prevented me from speaking as I found my brain searching for words.
    "Uh, yeah.  I am taking these to her table now if you want to follow me."
    I had never had butterflies in my stomach just from the vision of a man before.  It was like I was under some kind of spell.  Jess, pull yourself together!
    He leaned into my personal space and whispered in my ear.  "I would love to, Jessica."
    "How did you know my name?"
    His audible laugh tickled my insides as he pointed to my name tag.  The rush of embarrassed heat filled my face as I turned to grab the tray of drinks before I made a fool of myself any