Arrogant Meets Spitfire (A Billionaire Romance)
s bubbly. I started working at Sippin' Strippin' six months ago, trust me - it wasn't
rtender, said, pointing toward a group of friends a
from his hands. His eyes twinkled in amusement, ignoring my flirtatious ass - it
as just right, though. Sippin' Strippin' was a strip club, located at the heart of New York
amant about it, strongly disapproving of my choice to be just a waitress, and nothing more. In his
pervert who needed my body as a fix, but he never asked me ou
plied for a stripping job. In his defense, he said he read my file, and he saw that
s as his, or maybe I read too much into it. Either way, I regarded him as a broth
said, staring at me like
ng thing, "As much as I would have loved to chat with you, I
is leave before he
en stared at me, seeming lost in their thoughts. T
seemed to pull them out of their trance, the dark-haired man among
. ?" He
ktail and handed it to him. He looked please
o
rst drink?" The blonde one and no do
e apologized.
, he glared at me in anger. "What do you mean waitress?" He spat out, ve
e next drink, reached over to the bl
Mr. Brunette, a.k.a., the third pre
ty mouth, with a dir
t th
ne in the group came to my rescue. I was close to spla
ad met earlier, the only difference was that - the b
g the waitress, unbelievable,
fired, huh?" The childish Blondie sai
heard something like that before, but
, by the way, you need to wash your mouth, it stinks of your foulness. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to." I knew what I sai
ay before I could dash out of the room, "Not so
- now, get your ass out of my way," I whisper-yelled, careful no
leave his view. This angered him
g into my skin, "What's your deal man?!" I ye
the only sane man among them tried
between me and this ugly bitch, so stay
if. I c
ng a bitch? If I were one, then
a bitch?" He roared at me, h
t. My silence infuriated him further, he withdrew his finger
loser to my face, expecting the painful sting. Su
ost got slapped by a man with serious