Becky Waitress Novels & Stories

His attention was on his phone as the waitress approached us. “Hi, what would you want me to get you?” Her eyes flickered to Evans and a blush crept up her cheeks. “What about you? What do you want?” She asked Evans. “I want water for now, you can take their orders first.” “Clean or sparkling?” She inquired “Clean please.” She giggled and walked away. “Mimi!” “Jeez Becca, do you want to blow my drums out?” “I've been calling you and you've unlived the waitress with your eyes.”

“Becky, please don't do it you wouldn't like the actions you are going to receive from me please I am begging you and dinner will forever go to safe or was revealing you who's so there please take care of us I'll compensate you with any amount you want we have the money we can set to all “And who the fuck needs your money? to hell with your money! I don't need it, all I want is you, I've done everything possible to make sure I please you for the“I am pissed, I have to make my admissions. I am really pissed!” At this point I didn't know what to do. I realized I was in the middle of some big shit and ended up dealing with it as soon as possible before it escalated. Becky was willing to draw th

she states with a soft blush. “You know I love Donna’s pot roast,” he says with a friendly wink. “Got it,” she giggles, writing his order down and looking over at me. “And you sir?” “I’ll take the same,” I smile, because I can’t help myself from smiling at this sweet girl in front of me. “Right! It’ll be a minute. I’ll bring you out your waters. Becky got busy,” she smiles at us before turning away and heading back to the kitchen.

Becky had a salad and a water, which seemed so eyewateringly boring I had to bite my tongue. “I’ve been on a diet all year and I’m really starting to get bored of lettuce,” she explained when she caught me staring at her choices. I snorted. “Do you ever have cheat days?” “Weekends are my cheat days. And I don’t hold back.” We sat on an empty table in the middle of the room and started eating. “So, Rae,” Becky said after a forkful of green leaves, “what brings you here?” “I needed a job. I’ve just turned 21, moved out of my Dad’s house and in with a friend and needed a way to float myself.”

not that I was forty yet. We made plans for Friday night, and when the waitress came, Beck took the check. I watched her as she eyed me, her perfectly stained lips pursed seductively as she glanced at me from beneath heavy lids. I'd given many a man that same glance. Beck wanted me. She had paid the tab and invited me to dinner at her place.

Sophia just wanted to leave his presence. Becky was her saving grace; she was the most popular employee at the restaurant, and the men rarely questioned anything she said. They always danced to her tune. "Chef Bob, we need help in the back. Can Sophia go back to work? We have a backlog, and I really don't want the manager to question me," Becky said.

When the kiss ended, Becky winked at me as she said, "I think I'm going to take spike up on his offer. I would love to be out here with you. I know there will be work to do but I need a job, and this is not only the best offer I've received but look who I will have to work with." "I need to check the steaks; we can do more later." I said. Becky backed up just enough to give me a little room, but she stayed close enough to me, so her bare nipple was brushing against my arm. I turned the steaks over but there was still a little too much blood coming out of them to be done the way spike and snake told me they liked their steaks cooked. I closed the lid and had Becky follow me into the house. I

"Tammy, if you cost us a valuable ally, then I will deny you the Alpha title and even your mate, when or if you find him! Stop acting like a whore and shut your mouth for once!" She looked like she was about to argue, but one glare from both her father and I had her shut her mouth instantly. By this time, the waitress brought us menus and glasses of water. "Hello, my name is Becky and I will be your waitress. Can I start y'all off with drinks?" I flashed her one of my smiles. "Well, Becky, I will take a glass of 7-UP, I will also take the Nacho Supreme, Cheese Sticks and Jalapeño poppers as appetizers."

He scowled at me. “You forget… I was there. I saw you dive under the table. How could you even do that? Especially in an open restau…” I couldn’t even get through my sentence without laughing my head off. I’d found the situation extremely funny. “Shut up.” Jack pouted. “How do you even know her?” “We used to be close. I had no idea she now works there.” It was a surprise to see Becka as a waitress. She’d gotten the job less than two weeks ago and she seemed to be doing fine.

It was perfect television. What it actually was: two hours of Beck holding my waist while I stumbled around in rental skates, both of us pretending the other didn't make our skin burn. But between takes, while they were adjusting the lighting, Beck wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the other hockey players on the ice. Specifically, he was watching one in particular. Theo Mercer. Beck's best friend and teammate. The one person who was always around him, always laughing, always there. Except when Beck was on camera with me. Then Theo disappeared.