Just For You, Sir (Doms of Decadence 1)

The building only had about 250 apartments.

Piece of cake, right?

He snorted. “Well, I’m not going to find her sitting here,” he muttered and opened his car door.

A small female stepped out of the apartment building and he paused, heart racing. No, her hair was longer than Jacey’s, darker. He watched as the woman walked down the block, entering a diner.

Well, why hadn’t he thought of that? No doubt a lot of people around here frequented this diner, hopefully Jacey did as well.

Derrick crossed the road and entered the diner.

He came to a standstill, shock holding him immobile as he spied a waitress across the room. Her back was to him, but he’d still recognize her anywhere.

“Excuse me,” someone said behind him.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, moving out of the way. Satisfaction filled him.

Damn, his luck was looking up.

Jacey longed to sit with her feet up, sipping a glass of iced tea. She’d been working for close to ten hours and she was exhausted. Not that she would complain.

More hours meant more money and she needed every penny. One of the other waitresses had called in sick and she’d snapped up the extra hours. She only had about twenty minutes of this shift left, she could get through it.

“Jacey.”

She stilled. This voice had been keeping her awake at night. “Jacey.” His voice shivered down her spine as need flooded her, pooling between her legs, making her clit throb.

She had never reacted to Stephan like this. Slowly, she turned, hardly daring to believe her eyes.

Derrick smiled at her. “I was hoping I’d get to see you again.”

She cleared her throat. “You were?”

He nodded. “Are you due for a break soon? Maybe you’ll sit with me for a moment?”

What to do? She should turn him down. There was no way she could take things further, there was just no room in her life for anyone, especially someone as dominant and powerful as Derrick.

And yet, there was something so irresistible about him. Like a whole container of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey when she was on a diet.

Bad idea. Oh, but it would taste so good.

“I’m finished in twenty minutes. Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“I’ll take some iced tea.”

Jacey nodded with a smile, watching as he slipped into a booth. Shaking off her surprise, she walked over to the kitchen and grabbing the jug of iced tea and poured a large glass.

“Wow that is one hunk of man sitting in your area, girl.” Frankie stepped through the door into the back, fanning herself. “If I was a few years younger, I’d be drooling all over him.” Frankie had to be at least sixty.

Jacey smiled at her. “What are you talking about, if you were younger? You don’t look a day over twenty-five.”

“If only,” Frankie replied with a laugh, flicking her hand at Jacey.

Jacey picked up the glass of tea and carried it out to Derrick. Frankie was right, he was definitely a hunk with his dark hair and intense eyes.

The last part of her shift went by in a blur and she soon found herself out the back, in the small storage room, changing into her own clothes.

Due to a high employee turnover the diner’s owner kept a few spare uniforms in the back. She wasn’t sure how often he washed them, but she was grateful that she didn’t have to carry it around.