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the process. If Gracie knew spilling drinks on billionaires paid so well, she may have been a tad more careless in the past.
    A man waved his hand in the air and pulled Gracie from her daydream. Shit! The man had asked for the check before Gracie had begun her conversation with Patty. Gracie shuffled to the table and offered her apologies. The man was on a date (the couples first, in Gracie’s opinion) and wasn’t upset at all. It appeared he was just in a rush to get home with his tipsy special lady friend. Gracie gave the man the check and he paid her with a generous tip. Her first night of work had gone as well as she could have hoped and as Gracie closed out her final ticket she began to think of what flavor bubble bath she would soak in when she got home. Lavender? Mint? Both?  All the options were pleasing and when she finished counting her tips and headed to the service bar to tip out, Gracie had a huge grin plastered on her face.
    When she rounded the corner, looked up and noticed who was sitting at the bar, the smile fell and was replaced with a look of shock.
    Tyler Scott? What the fuck is he doing here?
    He was sitting at the bar and talking to Joey, the bartender. Gracie caught herself staring but just as she was about to turn away, Tyler looked in her direction and caught her red handed. He smiled and waved her over.
    Gracie trembled and began fidgeting with her uniform. After a few seconds she worked up enough courage to walk forward and give him thanks for the new job. Why should she be surprised at his presence anyway? He did own the restaurant, after all.
    Tyler Scott’s eyes never left Gracie as she nervously shuffled across the floor and came to a stop in front of him. “Hello, Gracie,” he said and stood from his stool. “How do you like it here?”
    Gracie’s pulse quickened. “It’s great, Mr. Scott.” Heat . “I wanted to thank you for the opportunity. I really appreciate it.” Gracie extended her hand.
    Tyler took her hand in his and closed his left hand over the top. He stepped forward and ever so slightly pulled Gracie forward. “It was my pleasure, Gracie. So, tell me, how is your poetry going?”
    Gracie pulled her hand free and stepped back.  “I haven’t had much time to work on it lately, to tell you the truth.” Tyler’s aggressive nature caught her off guard. She wasn’t used to men acting so boldly and had to take a second to gather her wits. She reminded herself to stay on her toes around Tyler. He could easily seduce her and getting involved with a man was the last thing Gracie needed right now.
    Tyler raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Is this lack of time related to your family emergency?”
    Gracie squirmed. “Yes. It has been a long week, to say the least.”
    “Do you want to talk about it?”
    “No, I don’t want to burden you. Please, enjoy the rest of your night. It was good to see you again.”
    Tyler stepped forward and motioned for Gracie to stop. “Gracie, hold on, before you run off.”
    “Yes?”
    “Would you come out with me tonight?”
    Gracie recoiled. “Are you crazy? It’s damn near 2am!”
    He shrugged. “And?”
    Gracie’s blood boiled. “And? How about that’s a terrible way to ask a girl out on a date?” Where did he get off asking her out for a first date past midnight? And why did it make her hot that he did?
    “Good thing I didn’t ask you on a date then.” Tyler smirked and leaned against a barstool. “So, what do you say? I have a driver with me. We can cruise around the city and you can tell me all about your poetry. I am dying to hear all about it.”
    Gracie’s pussy throbbed. Why did he have to make this so difficult on her? All she wanted to do was get through her first workday and find out if anyone had heard from Tamika. Instead she has one of the finest white boys ever throwing himself at her. Part of her wanted to go and be a free spirit, have no-strings-attached sex, live more like Tamika. The other part of her,