Molly was working as a waitress.
Now, a word of caution to my future protégé: Don’t judge a girl by where she works. Everyone has to start somewhere. I have found that some women who have relaxing jobs like a masseuse or a librarian are as high strung and aggressive as a cornered poodle. Other women in high speed jobs like nursing or the stock market are terrified of their own shadow if you leave them alone for a second.
Molly was obviously no
t planning on being a waitress forever. But she did what she had to get what she thought she needed and for a short while it paid off.
Bringing me my steak and eggs with a smile and wink of those long black lashes it didn’t take long for me to see she was what the Universe wanted me to have.
She told me everything about herself within twenty minutes of conversation while I shoveled food in my mouth and listened. Listening is a talent most people don’t possess. I do. Another gift I have chosen to use wisely.
By listening I learned Molly had not finished college, that she shared an apartment with a guy she was “just friends” with, and that she wanted to be a model more than anything but head shots and clothes cost money. So, she was diligently working as a waitress for the tips. Of course, a girl who looked like her begs to be asked the question why not stripping.
Her answer was quite telling. She said there were no respectable strip clubs in the area.
I lingered as long as the fog did and when it finally lifted Molly had packed a bag and was heading back to the States with me. Don’t frown on spontaneity. It can lead to very prosperous investments.
Due to the fact that I had headed off to another country without telling anyone, when I arrived back the press was having a field day speculating what I was doing. We were greeted by flashing cameras and obnoxious reporters for hack magazines asking where I had been. Was this woman the reason I had skipped town without telling anyone. As usual, I said nothing and whisked Molly to my limo and we drove off.
She stayed at my penthouse for a couple of months before her insanity began to show. And then the violence and the threats started.
See, I had no choice but to let her go. She had started to think that the press wanted to talk to her, that the modeling agencies really wanted her, that she had somehow earned all of this and I was to step aside. She was wasting the runoff of my good fortune and scratching and clawing for more when she should have been thankful for what she was getting.
So, I broke it off quickly. She didn’t see it coming. But I can’t help but think she learned a valuable lesson. I don’t think she’ll be ungrateful again.
And now, look. I am a free man just as this beautiful blonde walks into Liona’s Tavern at the same time on the same day I decided to be here, too. My luck was in…again.
The woman was carrying a box. She had been fired, obviously. Judging by the looks of her I could only assume she had a female boss, because any man would have fought tooth-and-nail to keep her on board regardless of if she could do her job or not. Nope, this girl got fired for what she was born with.
Without staring I watched her climb up on the barstool and order a beer. That made me like her immediately. She just ordered a beer. Well drinks were too expensive even in a dive like this one for a girl out of work. But a beer was okay.
She didn’t appear to have a beer gut unless all the alcohol went to her ass that was round and high up there.
She was wearing just a plain black skirt with high heels. The shoes must have been hurting her feet because she kept sliding her heels out of them and flexing her calves as she did so.
It was obvious this woman had built up an immunity to noticing the men who watched her. Unlike Molly who wanted everyone to watch her at all times this one was different. She didn’t seem to realize how beautiful she was and that made her even more desirable.
The table of construction workers had watched her walk in but each one of them knew approaching her would be like trying to take the Bar Exam. It wouldn’t just be a failure, it would be a monumental example of humiliation that would be felt for generations to come.
“Can I get you anything else, Mr. Hewitt?” I looked at Beth, the round-faced waitress who was bending down low to speak quietly and give me a glimpse at her budding cleavage. She was sweet but I could see traces of Molly in her eyes. Obviously, she had read the tabloids that told of Joshua Hewitt falling for a poor waitress and their brief whirlwind romance.
It was sad how a woman would settle for a brush of fame and fortune on the tail end of someone else instead of going out there and getting it for themselves. Beth wanted it badly. But she’d have to find some other sucker. Waitresses were off my to-do list.
“No, thanks, Beth. But do me a favor. Send a drink to the lady at the bar. Keep the change.” I dropped a twenty on Beth’s drink tray and focused my eyes back on the woman at the bar. I didn’t want to see the jealousy in her eyes. It was annoying and would have made me mad.
“Sure thing.” She chirped as if my interest in someone else didn’t bother her. It did. And I was glad it did.
I watched as the bartender took the money, got the change, gave it back to Beth who promptly stuffed it in her pocket, then turned and poured another Bud Light in a glass, placing it in front of the lady.
She shook her head trying to explain she didn’t want another round thinking to herself she didn’t have the money.
“Nope,” the bartender said. “It’s from the gentleman at the booth”
But then something happened I didn’t expect. She still shook her head no. What? Who turned down a gift from the Universe? The bartender looked at me and shrugged his broad shoulders.
This was interesting.
I stood up from my table and walked over to the woman I had sent the drink to. Her eyes looked a little red.