Incentives

I want to smile like some love-struck idiot. I finally won! But I can't let her know how happy it makes me or she'll back out instantly. As long as I act like this is all business, she couldn't stop me from getting what I want.

I wrap my arm around her waist and her body stiffens against mine. That's fine. I'm just getting her used to the idea of me being next to her. Because I will be. For a very long time.

I take my private elevator down to my car and help her in. She is the first one in my car with the intent of keeping her and not taking her home to screw her brains out. But I'm not going to tell her that.

Soon we are making our way into the center of the city and I pull up in front of my favorite Italian restaurant. I also happen to know Italian is her favorite too, so I'm not worried she won't like what's on the menu.

The hostess greeted me with a huge smile. "Mr. Beck," she coos, and I almost face-palm myself. I forgot she worked here, and she obviously is oblivious to the fact that I have a guest.

I don't even bother greeting her. She's one of my throw away flings. One night I got drunk thinking about Samantha and she'd just gotten off work... I don't even remember her name.

"Yes. A table for two," I instruct, looking down at Sam. I want to tell her she means nothing to me, but I can't do it without telling her why I was with her in the first place.

She gives me a suspicious look, but I just smirk down at her. If she knew I'd been thinking about her tight little hole while I was with every single girl I ever touched, would she hate me? Probably. I can't let her hate me more than she already does. I need to close the gap between us, not make it wider.

The hostess... I guess her name was Rebecca according to her tag, led us to an intimate table in the back.

She practically shoved her chest in my face while handing me the menus, completely ignoring Sam. I want to shove her off me, but I'm trying to be professional here.

I can see Samantha getting frustrated with the whole situation. Well, she wasn't the only one! The only breasts I want in my face, other than the chicken, are hers!

I huff in annoyance as I take both menus and hand one to Sammy. "Thanks," I mumble.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" she fluttered her lashes at me. Is she really that blind? Or does she just consider Sam beneath her because I had Rebecca first?

"Yes. The waiter," I grumble.

However that didn't dissuade her. She pulled out a pen and pad from her pocket and left her number with a heart. "Just in case you forgot," she winks, sashaying back to her place.

I look down at the damn paper and wish I could set it on fire without setting off the fire alarms. I wish there was a trash can handy.

Sam looks very unimpressed, her arms folded across her ample chest. "Really? You bring me here to meet one of your flings?"

"NO! I forgot she works here!" I try to explain. I feel really stupid right now, but I'm trying to make it right. She needs to give me a chance to explain.

"Uh-huh... and that's what she was shoving her boobs in your face and ignoring me?" She said, rolling her eyes.

I reach across the table, grabbing her hand in mine, "Samantha-"

"Hello. Can I take your order, or would you like a few minutes?" The young waiter came and interrupted me.

I was this close to calling the manager and having the boy fired, but Sam stopped me. "I'd like the spaghetti plate with broccoli and garlic bread," she smiles up at him.

Why can't she ever smile at me like that? I've known her for years, and not once has she shown me that cute little dimple in her right cheek! I can't believe I jealous of the stupid waiter!

"Yes, ma'am. And you sir?"

"I'll take the chicken Alfredo with a side salad and garlic bread," I grumble, hoping he trips and stubs his toe.

"Very well. I'll have that out for you in a minute," he smiles at us and finally leaves us alone.

Thank God!

Then Sam stares right at me and asks. "Why should I work for you?"

Talk about your roll reversals. Normally it's my job to ask why they think they should work for me... This is not the case with Samantha Jones.

I don't think she knows that I was the one who sought her out. Maybe someday I'll man up and tell her the truth. That all I've ever wanted was her attention. And that was the one thing denied me.

But I will give her this.

"I will pay off all your debts."