Dominating Secrets [BDSM]DISCONTINUED

CHAPT3R THR33

I've weighted fourteen tables already. Serving rich snobs isn't really what I want to do for the rest of my life, but what choice do I have. I need the money, especially this damn hospital bill I'm expecting to arrive at my apartment. I take out my note pad distractedly approaching my last table.

"I'm Ashley your server. Welcome the frencinious what can I get you?"

"I'll have a glass of bourbon and a classic bottle of white wine" I look up and our eyes lock. Those threatening eyes boring into mine. I gasp with complete shock.

"Your here?" I breathe.

"Perceptive aren't you" he says dryly

"Why? I mean how-"

"I simply want dinner. Hopefully your better at taking orders that crossing the street" I momentarily scowl at him. I've been doing this for years and I'm good at my job, more than good.

"How can I help you sir." I say professionally. He's taken aback at my response and I don't know why. He shifts in his seat breathing out, obviously trying to collect himself.

"I'll have the steak well done. Asparagus on the side and no potatoes"

"Anything else?"

"Not for now" he smiles flashing me a set id all white perfect teeth. I flush and retreat slowly. I walk back the credit card machine. I want to know who he is, and if anyone knows, it's Paul.

"Paul who is that?"

"Who's who?"

"Table eight. Black hair blue eyes"

He squints his eyes trying to get a better view. After a few moments his mouth drops open and his eyes widen to the max.

"Holy shit!" he whispers tugging me closer to him. "That's Matthew Yates!"

"I'm aware of his last name. he hit me with his car" I mutter

"Holy shit! Matthew yates hit you with his car!"

"Paul who is he" I say slowly. It's very hard to talk to him when he's excited

"Matthew yates also known as Mr. Yates is one of Boston's richest multi billionaires. I mean this guy invented hard ball. He gets what he wants, when he wants, how he wants. He's not someone to mess with unless it's between his sheets which I would love to-"

I put my hand up stopping him.

"Okay I get the point. He looks too young to be a-"

"He's twenty six actually. He's one of the youngest most successful men there are. And on the plus side as an added bonus, He's gorgeous"

"He's alright" I say getting his drinks in place.

"Alright? No you're alright. He's a total sex god"

"Gee thanks. But I'm not attracted to self-absorbed arrogant-"

"Sexy. Rich. Id climb on top of in a heartbeat kind of guy" he smirks. I shake my head and head back out to his table. The name Matthew suits him.

"Your drinks sir" I say tartly

"Took you long enough" he says sharply

"I was just-"

"Talking about me to your friend? Sound does travel. It's one if the things people should know. Like crossing the street"

"I said I was sorry for that"

"And what is sorry supposed to mean?"

"It means I understand what- why am I explaining myself to you when I don't half to"