“Are you ready to order?”
Her words snapped Ben out of his haze. He was hypnotized by his waitress’s long legs, both covered in tattoos.
She rolled her eyes. This happened a million times a day.
“Um, I’m really sorry, can I have a few minutes? I’m waiting for my friend…”
The waitress didn’t even let Ben finish his sentence. A smile, a nod, and she quickly turned and strutted to her next table. She knew he would stare at her ass with every step she took.
Desperate guys like him were easy money.
Ben checked his phone. 11:42. It wasn’t like Queen to be late.
Did she get in an accident? Is everything okay with her and her husband? Should I call her? Is she mad at me?
Queen could so effortlessly throw her slave into a panic.
Not even 30 seconds had passed when Ben felt a gentle tickle on the top of his head.
“Thanks for getting a table, there’s such a long fucking wait already. This couple gave me such a dirty look when I walked straight back here.”