Page 14 of The Vengeance You Crave

We chat about her job in a coffee shop and the apartment she shares with her fiancé as we make our way to the parking lot.

"See you tomorrow for toga construction?" she says as I open my car door.

"Yeah, sounds like fun."

"If Ella is involved then you can guarantee it."

5

Peyton

I'm filled with the same trepidation that I am every time I step out of the staff area and out into the main bar, but on a Tuesday night, it's always worse.

I've only been here a few weeks, but I already know some of the regulars, and I’m fully aware of exactly what they expect from me.

My stomach turns at the thought of what I'm going to have to do tonight to get the tips I need.

I feel their burning stares as I step out into the lights and make my way over toward Bry who's working the bar.

"Evening, gorgeous," he says, dropping his eyes down my body. "You on a mission tonight?"

"I'm always on a mission, Bry. To get out of here as soon as possible."

He chuckles at my response as he passes me a bottle of water.

"Your favorite table awaits." I take a sip of the water before stashing it on the shelf at the end of the bar for when I need a breather in about… two minutes.

"Great." I grab my notepad, not that I'll need it, they never order anything different as they sit there and strip me naked with their eyes.

Disgust rolls through me as I make my way over.

"Here's our girl," the most cringeworthy one of them says directly to my tits. He's got the bushiest eyebrows I think I've ever seen and I'm desperate to get a trimmer on them.

"Evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you tonight?" I pop my hip and lean against the booth they’re sitting in, close enough to the least scary one of the group. The scent of his cologne fills my nose and my mouth goes dry.

I fucking hate this.

"You already know what we want, princess," the one with the greasy slicked back hair says.

They're all office workers and turn up on a weekly basis in their suits with their designer watches, but I can tell you that that is where their class ends. I'd put money on that all of them have wives and kids at home, yet they choose to spend their evening here getting their rocks off looking at my tits and ass and making me as uncomfortable as humanly possible with their lewd comments.

"Macallan all around then, boys?" I purr.

"Don't forget our hot wings," Eyebrows adds.

"Would I forget?"

Placing my notepad on the table, I stick my ass out as I write down their order as if I'm some dumb airhead that can't remember two things on the short walk over to the bar.

My skin prickles as they eat me up and as soon as I've finished my little show, I flash them a seductive smile and saunter off. But I don't make it back to the bar before Slick calls for me.

"We're celebrating tonight, princess, and we're feeling generous. Show us a good night and we'll make it worth your while."

My stomach churns at his words but I force a smile onto my face and retreat to the safety of the bar.

"You are aware of how much they'd probably pay you if you took them to the back room, right?" Bry asks.

"I'm not that fucking desperate," I mutter, not even needing to tell him their order. He knows as well as I do.