6

I’d only ever slept with men who had been my boyfriend before.

I didn’t do one-night stands.

I just didn’t have it in me.

I didn’t like the idea of men seeing me as an easy lay, somebody they just had to bat an eyelid at and the woman would fall at their feet.

I respected myself, and knew my self-worth better than to behave like that.

I found myself scowling, suddenly irritated of the sight of him.

Hoping that he wouldn’t get any ideas.

Hoping that just because he helped me out with Piero…

He didn’t believe that I owed him anything.

I put the drinks down on the table, letting out a sigh that I didn’t know I was holding.

“Here’s your Hennessy and your Ciroc,” I stated, more confidently this time.

No longer the nervous wreck I was before…

Now that I had my head back in the game.

Knowing why I was doing this job in the first place, and why I was covering and working overtime.

“Thank you, darling,” Piero rasped.

I played Piero at his own game a little, knowing that in order to rake in the tips, I would have to flirt back a little.

Just some harmless flirting…

No touching.

“Anything for you, handsome,” I smiled, and his face widened with glee.

He looked positively fucking ecstatic.

“Here baby girl… take this. You’ve earnt it,” he murmured, folding some money into my hands.

Kerching.

I hit the fucking jackpot.

I took a few steps back, quickly glancing at the money folded into my hands, and found my jaw dropping in shock as I saw the amount it was.

Almost three thousand pounds encased in an elastic band.

This was a lot more money than I’d seen in a long, long fucking time.

My eyes darted upwards to thank Piero, but just as I was about to, Adrian’s glance caught with mine.

He looked so angry in this moment…

That he was seething.

And if I wasn’t mistaken…

It was almost as if there was a jealous look plastered all over his face.

10

ADRIAN

When the waitress started flirting with Piero, I could hardly hide the fury written all over me anymore.

I knew that she was a waitress, and she had to play the part to get the tips she needed…

But Jesus fucking Christ.

I didn’t expect it to make me this angry.

Especially when Piero had been speaking to her like an animal earlier.

She knew how to make money, I’d give her that…

But I found myself growing more and more agitated.

I didn’t know what was coming over me tonight…

But this woman had made an impact on me, and not in a good fucking way.

I was growing possessive feelings over a woman who’s name I didn’t even fucking know was.

A woman who I didn’t even know existed half a fucking hour ago.

I wasn’t a fucking pussy.

I needed to get myself together.

But I couldn’t.

And she could see how angry I was getting, too.

But that didn’t stop her from flirting with Piero…

It only added more fuel to the fire.

Like she was hell-bent on making me feel jealous.

Why the actual fuck was she playing mind games with me?

11

JASMINE

Seeing Adrian jealous of me flirting with the men only gave me more motivation.

Serves the asshole right.

He was too arrogant for his own good, and needed turning down a peg or two.

I turned to his friend, giving him a flirtatious smile and wink as I strode over to him.

“I hope you enjoy your drinks,” I said, in the most flirtatious and suggestive way I could.

“Oh… I sure will, darlin’,” he smiled, and he folded money into my hands too.

I could hardly believe my luck.

I’d already made thousands of pounds in tips tonight…

Pretty privilege really was a thing.

Men really thought with their dicks instead of their brain sometimes.

But I wasn’t done yet.

I was ready to milk these bastards for all they were worth.

They were billionaires…

A couple thousand pounds was nothing to them.

I needed to up my game.

“So then…” I went on to his friend, making sure that he was seeing every word roll off of my mouth. “What’s your name then, darlin’?”

He let out a low chuckle. “Matteo. You’re real pretty… You know that, dollface?”

“Right, that is enough!” Adrian roared, thumping his fists down on the table.

Before I could realize what was happening, or come to terms with what was going on, he grabbed hold of me, throwing me over his shoulder, and led me away from the VIP booth.

What the fuck was going on?