chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jessica's POV

I got to work the next day, I walked into the restaurant with my head held high, at least I hope the fake confidence is working.

“Hey,” Leo approaches me from the bar, "thanks for taking the shift. We have three special guests coming tonight and they are going to be sitting at one of your tables. They are used to but she got sick last night so please, do your absolute best.” He said.

Special guests? I've never handled special guests before! No, no you can't do this to me.

"And don't look at them with that face, your eyes aren't professional.” Leo retreats back to the bar, seeing a customer come up to it.

Crap, crap, crap. I internally freak out.

Okay, I could just ask if they could sit at someone else's table, someone more reliable. An hour passes with no mistakes, making me think it's time I ask my boss to change the seating arrangements for the special guests.

"Absolutely not. They sit at the same table every time they come. Just do your job and do it well." He says with frustration in his voice.

I nod, turning away, knowing he's upset with my attitude.

After clearing a table, I carried the heavy tray back into the kitchen and set the dishes into the sink.

"Jessica, the special guests are here.” One of my fellow waiters informed me.

I can do this. They aren't special, they're just like everyone else. Every other rich person at least.

I opened the double doors, making my way to my tables, scanning to see where they had sat.

My eyes catch three pairs of eyes already staring back at me.

"Oh my god" I thought to myself as I stood still, staring at the three sexiest men I've ever seen.

I try to move my feet but they won't budge, as if I was glued to the floor.

One of them with shiny black hair smirks at me, probably knowing I'm their waitress.

I shift my gaze to the ground and fumble with my notebook so it's ready when I get there. After telling myself a few encouraging words, I walk 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'm being lured. Then my skin gets goosebumps as I stop at the front of the table.

They scream power.

My soul feels a burning desire to look at them again, but I know that if I do, I will embarrass myself.

"Hi, my name is Jessica and I'll be your waitress this evening. May I get you all started on some drinks?" I said my opening line that we all are required to say.

"Where is our usual waitress?" A deep voice asks. A voice I want to hear more of already.

"Oh she's sick, I think. I'm sorry I can get someone else if you'd prefer." I say as I look up momentarily.

" God, how can they be so hot?"

"No, we prefer you, Jessica." Another alluring voice says. My name rolls off that tongue seductively, perfectly.

"Is something wrong? Looking at us."Someone asked.

My eyes shift back up to them, making my insides melt.

"That's better.” The man with brownish gold hair says. His hair Waves, strong jaw line

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've never heard of the house wine before but they're special guests so I guess it's something I should know about.

I pulled myself away from the table, leaving them with their menus but still feeling their eyes on me.

Maybe they don't like me. People always stare at people they think look different.

I go to the bar and grab the drinks that were requested then set them gently on my large black tray.

Balance, it's all about balance.

The tray is balanced on my one hand as I shuffle my body through the restaurant. My feet carefully place themselves on the floor to make sure I don't slip again.

Leo was standing at the double doors, scanning the room until his eyes fell on me. He watches me like a hawk as I pass him, only adding to my already high anxiety.

Jerk.

As I approach the table, my hand wobbles. I'm 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 accidents.

I handed out their drinks one by one, wondering why Soffie chose tonight of all nights to be sick.

"Are you guys ready to order?" I ask them as a whole.

"How old are you?" The man with blond hair asks, almost so blond it looks white. So angelic.

My eyebrows furrow. Why do you want to know how old I Am? "I'm twenty one years old, sir.”

A smirk sits on all their faces as they seem to have a secret conversation in their heads.

Weird, okay.

"I would like a steak, rare, with potatoes and broccoli." One says as the others follow and agree with the same exact dish.

Rare steak? Medium rare is fine but that rare? Gross!

I gave the orders to one of the chefs and took a moment to myself in the employee break room.

All I could think about was their faces, their arms, the intensity of all their auras. Even the way their voices sound is so...ugh!

“What the hell are you doing? Go make conversation! I told you they are special guests so treat them as such." Leo said.

A lump forms in my throat at his temper.

"I'm sorry I'll get right out there.” I tell him as I straighten my clothes to look presentable.

I grab the three plates off the counter and set them on the tray before balancing it over my head.

Just make small talk. Maybe they'll excuse me themselves.

Once I get there, I hand out their food with a smile.

"Sit." One of them said,

I looked at them then back at Leo worried, who was staring daggers. I slide 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'm sitting here?"

"Because we asked you to.” The man next to me responds.

My eyes are trained on the table, making sure to not look at any of them.

"I'm Jordan.” I look up at the man with the long hair.

Jordan, that fits.

"That's Jacob," he points to the man with

the hair that's blond with a few strands framing his face, "and that's Ethan," he points to the man next to me.

I look at all three of them, wondering why all their names match them so perfectly.

"It's nice to meet you a-all." My nervous stutter kicks in.

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

"Did we scare you ?" Jordan asks with a tilted head.

I shake my head. Yes but I can't tell you that.

"No sir, why?" "You've been rubbing the skin on your arm, your skin is turning red.” One of his fingers pointed to my reddened arm.

Oops.

I drop my hand from my arm and examine the red patches embedded into my skin.

“How long have you worked here? We've never seen you before." Jacob asked.

"Oh a year." I admit, he nods and sips on his drink.

Jacob Adam's apple bobs, as he sips on his drink. He seems oblivious to the fact that my eyes are on him.

"May I ask why you all are considered special guests?" I ask curiously.

Ethan smirks as he leans back in his seat.

"We know the owner quite well." Jordan informs me.

The owner? I've never met the owner.

"Oh. That's cool," I smile, "I've never met the owner."

We sit and make small talk for around thirty minutes until their plates are

empty.

J instinctively grabs my food tray and begins stacking the plates and glasses until one of the half full glasses falls from my hands and straight into the shirt of Ethan.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I-I I'm sorry." I fumble with a stack of napkins with shaky hands and dab at the spilled drink on Nik's shirt.

"Don't worry ab-"

"Jessica! What the hell did you do?" Leo passes with narrowed eyes.

"I-I spilled-"

"I bumped her. It was an accident." Ethan tries to cover for me. My eyebrows raise as I examine his lies.

I just ruined your expensive looking shirt. Why aren't you upset?

“Jessica is a bit clumsy. I'm sorry sir, she will happily pay for that shirt." Leo insists. |

"No. That's not necessary.” Ethan says as his jaw clenches.

"T don't mind sir, here," I wrote my number on a dry napkin and handed it to him, "we can set up a payment plan and I can pay for you to have it dry-cleaned.”

An amused smile spreads on his face with a nod of his head.

"I'll contact you."

" Jessica, pack your things, you're done here."

I look at the ground with a nod. I should've expected to be fired.

“Leo, meet me outside. I'd like to have a word with you.” Jacob says as he stands from his seat with Jordan following close behind and Ethan following behind him. |

tears roll down my face as I continue to clear the table.

I went all night without any mistakes until now. I embarrassed myself in front of the three hottest men in the world.

After work, I'm jumping off a bridge.

Bringing the dishes into the room with a sigh, I clock out and prepare myself to be yelled at by Leo one last time.

Once I make it out of the main doors, I hear a car speeding off and a very pale, faint looking Leo.

"What happened?" I walked up to him. As I get closer, I see his busted lip and bruising on his cheek. "Oh my God. Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright, Jessica? Fuck." He curses, grabbing his jaw.

"How can I help?" I look around the darkness of the night.

"Just come in tomorrow at your regular time." He said as he stood up from the cold concrete.

Since I left early, I walk home and text Bambi not to pick me up.

She never responds, making me feel a little jittery. Did something bad happen? Once I walk through the door of our small townhome, I see her sleeping on the couch with an open bag of chips.

I giggle to myself. She looks comfy.

I quietly rolled up the bag of chips and put them back in their respected spot in the pantry then covered her with a blanket.

My bed feels extra warm due to the exhausting events of today. I guess I wasn't fired after all. What happened out there? Did Jacob do that to Leo ? Before another thought crosses my mind, I'm waking up to the morning sun shining in my face.