Chapter 3: We Prefer You

Chapter 3: We Prefer You 

Amelia

I tried to move my feet but they wouldn't budge as if I was glued to the floor. One of them with shiny black hair smirked at me, probably knowing I am their waitress tonight.

‘If I don't look at them, I won't feel the dominance radiating off them.’ I said to myself and shift my gaze to the ground and fumble with my notepad so that it will ready when I get there. After telling myself a few encouraging words, I walked towards the table with my notepad in hand and eyes on the floor. The closer I get, the more I feel an intense pull towards them. Like I am being lured. Then my skin gets goosebumps as I stopped right in front of their table. Fuck, they screamed power. My soul feels a burning desire to look at them again but I know that if I do, I will utterly embarrass myself.

“Hi, my name is Amelia and I will be your waitress for tonight. May I get you all started on some drinks?” I said the opening line that we all are required to say.

“Where is our usual waitress?” A deep voice asked. A voice I wanted to hear more of already.

“Oh, she..umm..she is sick, I think.” I am s..sorry I can get someone else if you would prefer.” I said as I looked up momentarily.

Damnit, how are they so hot?

“No, we prefer you, Amelia.” Another alluring voice said and my name rolled off his tongue in the same way. No one had ever said my name that way, so seductively and perfectly.

“Is something wrong, kitten? Look at us.” Someone said.

My eyes shifted back to them, making my inside throb.

“That is better.” The mab with brownish gold hair said. His hair reached his shoulder in waves hiding the strong jawline behind it. I gave them a nervous smile as I waited for them to name off their drinks.

All alcoholic and some of the house wine. I have never heard of the house wine before but they are special guests so I guess it is something I should know about. I pulled myself away from the table, leaving them with their menus but still felt their burning gaze on me. Maybe they don't like me, people always stare at people they think look different.

I went to the bar and grabbed the drinks that were requested by them and then set them gently on my large tray. I tried to balance the tray on my one hand as I shuffled my body through the restaurant. My feet carefully placed themselves on the floor to make sure I didn't slip again. Mark stood at the double doors, scanning the room until his eyes fell on me. He watched me like a hawk as I passed him, only adding to my already high anxiety. What a jerk.

As I approached their table, my hand wobbled but I was close enough to save it by grabbing it with my other hand. A small accomplished smile plays on my lips knowing I made it here without any accident. I handed out their drinks one by one, wondering if Ada chose tonight of all nights to be sick.

“Are you ready to order now?” I asked them as a whole.

“How old are you?” The man with blond hair asked. His hair is so blond that it looks white and so angelic.

Why eyebrows furrowed, why do you want to know how old I am?

“I am twenty-one years old, sir.” I replied, a smirk sat on their faces as they seemed to have a secret conversation in their heads. 

“I would like a steak, rare with potatoes and broccoli.” One of them said as the other agreed with the same exact dish.

Rare steak? Medium rare is fine but rare? Gross. I gave their orders to one of the chefs and took a moment to myself in the employee back room. All I can think about is their faces, their arms, the intensity of all their aura even the way their voice sounds was so erotic that it made me throb with needs.

“What the hell are you doing here? Go make conversation with them, I told you they are special guests, so treat them as such.” Mark busted into the room. A lump formed in my throat at his temper.

“I am sorry, I will get right out there.” I replied as I strengthened my clothes to look presentable.

I grabbed the three plates off the counter and set them on the tray before balancing it over my head. Just make small talk, maybe they will excuse me themselves. I tried to give myself hope. Once I was at their table, I laid out their food on the table with a smile.

“Sit down,”one of them said.

What! I looked at them and then back at Mark who was staring daggers at me.

I slid in next to the most dangerous feeling while rubbing the skin on my arm in an attempt to find comfort.

“May I ask why I am sitting here?” 

“Because we asked you to.” The man next to me replied. My eyes are trained on the table, making sure to not look at any of them.

“I am Damien.” He said and I looked up at the man with long hair.

“That is Kingston.” He pointed to the man with the blond hair and a few strands framing his face.

“And that is Logan.” He pointed to the man next to me. I looked at all three of them, wondering why all their names match them so perfectly.

“I…it nice to meet you all.” My nervous stutter kicks in 

Logan takes a bite of his rare steak that I swear is still mooing, making me cringe slightly but quickly recovered so I don't offend any of them.

“Do we scare you princess?” Damien asked with his tilted. I shook my head. Yes, they scare me and at the same time make me feel things I have felt before but I am not telling them that.

“No, sir. Why do you ask?” 

“Because you have been rubbing the skin on your arm and it started to turn red.” He said as one of his fingers pointed to my reddened arm.

I immediately dropped my arm and examined the red splotch embedded into my skin. 

How long have you worked here, we have never seen you before.”Kingston asked.

“Oh..umm.. about a year now.” I replied, he nodded his head and then sip on his drink.

Kingston’s Adam apple bobs, as he sips on his

drink. He seems oblivion to the fact that my eyes were on him.