Olivia's PovThe afternoon shift quickly came by. More tables, more dishes to clean.Evening rush hit and the place filled up fast — voices shouting over each other, the bell over the door ringing nonstop.I was wiping a table when a hand grabbed my arm.I froze.A big sized hand in fact. It squeezed hard enough to hurt, fingers digging in."Hey, sweetheart." A voice, slurred. "You're pretty." I turned to see a big guy, face red, eyes glassy. "Let go of my arm." My voice came out small. Shaking."Come here." He yanked me closer. "Sit with me a minute.""No, thank you.""I wasn't asking." His hand slid to my waist, fingers digging into my hip now. "I said sit." He winked at me and smiled."Let go of me."His smile faded. His eyes started narrowing, jaw tightening, and an ugly smirk twisting up."Don't be a bitch. You work here. You serve me. I want some service."His hand moved lower. His fingers brushed my thigh.I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Just frozen there, trapped between
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