Masquerade by Lace Daltyn Read Free Book Online

off timbre.
    “Hmmm.
Small world.” She kept her eye on Holly as she answered, afraid to lose
her again. “Well, I’d better get to work.”
    She strutted off to join
Holly, knowing that the extra swing of her hips was because Mr. Chippendale was
watching her.
    ****
    Tony’s cock was in an
extreme state of pain. He’d dreamt of this for such a long time, and now, he
didn’t know if he’d be able to stand by and watch her, in that skimpy outfit,
night after night after night. Wow. Beth was a knockout. She’d grown more beautiful than even his imagination had envisioned.
    Why had he ever thought
seeing her again would be a good idea? Instead, it was
turning into the worst form of torture.
    Plus ,
what was up with her purse being stolen? He hadn’t signed on for putting her in danger. Had that been manufactured or real?
    He watched her sashay up
to Holly and squirmed to find a more comfortable place for his dick, which was
still at full attention.
    It was going to be a long
night.

Chapter Seven
     
    Six hours later, Beth had
gained a whole new level of respect for waitresses.
Her feet ached, her back ached, and her smile felt frozen in place. Her work as
a hygienist was nothing like this. Waiting tables was backbreaking work. Thank goodness her shift was over for the night.
    Beth sat in the locker
room trying to rub some life back into her feet. Wearing heels when you didn’t normally, amplified by long periods of standing, was
not conducive to happy feet.
    The evening had proven to
be an eye-opener . Beth looked down at her uniform, amazed
that she’d gotten comfortable walking around in it. In
fact, she’d even flirted some. The outfit had
emboldened her.
    Except for the times she turned around and seen Anthony’s dark, smoldering
gaze focused on her. There was something about him that made
her hyper-aware. Just knowing he was there, watching her, could make her
go weak at the knees and wet in between them. That was something new for her. And it gave her a smidgeon of hope that maybe, just maybe,
her ex wasn’t right.
    An idea hit her like a
sack of wet cement. Had Anthony really been staring at her? She’d been shadowing Holly all evening. Maybe she’d been
wrong. Maybe he and Holly were an item.
    Beth frowned. Sally said
no fraternizing with guests or employees. Would Anthony and Holly disregard
those orders?
    They would if they were
in love. Despair settled like a green web of jealousy around her heart,
tightening like a vise as she thought of the two of them together. She’d only just met Anthony and had no right to feel the way
she did. How could she be jealous?
    “First
night pretty tough?”
    Beth dropped her foot and
shot off the bench mid-breath, unable to finish. The voice, rich and low,
spooked her more than the question as she looked up to see Anthony standing
just inside the door.
    “Um, it’s different from
anything I’ve ever done before. It takes some getting used to.”
    He took a step toward her,
and Beth toyed with the short skirt of her outfit, having nothing else to
occupy nervous hands. Anthony’s eyes dipped to her hands and she froze. When he
raised them back up, he paused again at her breasts. Surprised that she liked
it, Beth knew she wanted him gazing at her. She wanted his eyes feasting on her
body, his hands roaming over her skin, caressing spots too long ignored.
    She sighed, then caught herself. She could have sworn she saw a quick
flare of desire in his eyes before he squelched it, probably because he already
had a girl.
    “What did you do before
coming here?” Anthony took another step closer.
    Unprepared to answer
questions about her life, Beth hedged. “I, um, had an office job.” She took a
step back, the bench against her knees stopping her from going any further. He
moved closer and Beth kept her breathing even, though it wasn’t easy. Sweet heat filled her.
    There was a barely concealed
look in his eyes, like a man staring at the addiction forbidden to him.