Romances de Irene george

ALESSIA"Go deliver your order. Come to my office when you're done."She was already walking away when she said it, heels hitting the floor, not looking back, and I just stood there with the tray in my hands watching her go.Okay.Whatever she needs to say is going to wait until after this delivery.I looked down at the tray. Looked back up at the corridor. The VIP rooms were always at the end of the east hall and I had walked this stretch a hundred times, knew every door, knew which ones creaked, knew which ones you had to pull slightly toward you before you pushed or they caught on the frame.Tonight the walk felt longer than it should have.I stopped in front of the door.I don't know why I stopped. I just did. Stood there for a second with the tray balanced and the ring cold against my chest and something sitting in the back of my throat that I couldn't swallow down and couldn't name either, just this low-level wrongness that didn't have any evidence attached to it yet.You're ove

ALESSIAThe room was dark.Not pitch black — there was light coming from somewhere down the hall, thin and gold, just enough that I could see shapes and edges and the outline of him standing there looking at me. My heart was going faster than it had any right to. My hands weren't steady. I had them at my sides and I could feel them not being steady and I couldn't do anything about it.I had never done this before.Not the wanting part — I had felt that before, that quiet pull toward someone, and I had always been able to walk away from it without much effort. But this was different. This was being in the room. Being looked at like that, like I was something that mattered, by someone who hadn't asked me a single question about my life and somehow that made it easier to stand there instead of harder.I didn't know his name.I didn't know what any of this was.I just knew that when he reached out and turned me to face him, something in my chest just — said yes. Before I had made any deci

ALESSIAFour hours of smiling at men who look at you like you're something they could afford if they just kept the tab running long enough, and all I wanted was to get my heels off, count what I made, and get out the door before the night found another reason to keep me there — and at least tonight, out of all nights, the number was good. Almost five thousand. Enough to cover this month's medical bills for my mother without having to do the math three different ways and still come up short.Talia was already in the chair in front of the mirror, chin up, one leg crossed over the other, one lash on, one already off, looking like she had just stepped out of a music video instead of a shift. Her contour was still sitting perfect. Four hours in and still sitting perfect, which was honestly offensive."I killed it up there tonight," she said, mostly to her own reflection. "Pretty sure he was watching me the whole time. I could just feel it."Her neck was warm when she said it, that little c