na tries to scoot away from the man, but he wraps a

lips by her ear, he wh

he pulls her face away from his, hating th

e is Dm

am told. I could never do something disrespectfu

d of her face, cutti

yet you insist on calling me sir. I don’t b

e distance between them, or she feels like her face might catch on fire. Wanting to ask how the hell he knows her name, sh

ould have lo

olicy and image, she would scold me a lot

Elena can see Genevieve storming

,” Elena mutters an

lena? Get out of that booth and o

nd herself, she pushes herself away from the man Dmitri, but he

he customer is always right, and who is to say he

a to his chest and rests his chin on top of her h

is voice, sounding like he is about

ng, Mr. Markov. I’m very

shes away from Dmitri to make sure the raging redhead

just obey you

f her chin. “Does she tre

king for Genevieve, but the other part of her knows regardless of who this man is, if Genev

d Genevieve’s buttons a lot but only ever to an approp

till has an iron grip on her waist. With his other hand he reaches into his back pocket and

front of her apron

n you get off work. If no

needs to get away from this man’s overbearing presence immediately, be

he booth. Taking out her notepad, she writes up the bill for their four drinks and the four ot

m that interaction. She has never been so worked up over such a small conver

en on it. She can’t help but scoff at it before tossing it in the trash. She has had enough of tonight and wants nothing mo

ther attempt at being flashy. Elena is used to men finding her attractive and assuming she can be bought with money since she is nothing more than a waitress,

taking, only to end up dropping after 6 months, but still paying the full year tuition. Her parents ha

he rate of minimum wage, she will never turn down a large tip, but she

f how handso

get ready for her walk home. Thankfully she doesn’t live too far from the diner and do

y, a dark figure approaches her from the s

ell a-are you