14
ZANDER
MY IDEA BACKFIRED in a bad way.
Not only did I spend the entire night stalking Eden like a lunatic to make sure no one put their hands on her, but I also made myself extremely uncomfortable.
The moment she stepped out onto the bar floor and began her shift, I knew I was done for. Seeing her in the new uniform was like a punch to the dick. Immediately, I grew stiff, throbbing with want for her.
The plan was to make the uniform so revealing that she would refuse to wear it or quit.
Preferably quit.
Yet that didn’t happen.
Instead, she went in that locker room like a fucking fighting champ and came out looking so goddamn delicious that I almost threw myself off the wagon at that moment. I almost went to her, picked her up, and took her to my office where I could spend hours losing myself inside her tight virgin pussy.
I was cursed.
There was no other explanation.
I could hardly believe she went through with it. I guess that went to show I didn’t know her at all.
By the time her shift was over, I was done fighting it. I had concluded that there was no winning against Eden. I was exhausted, and it hadn’t even been that long. But with her, I was weak.
So fucking weak.
Which was what possessed me to stop her in the hallway just outside the locker room. It was what pushed me to move closer to her and breathe her in—to stop her just so I could feel her skin against my fingertips—and to almost take her right there in the hallway of my establishment like a fucking madman.
But I didn’t.
Control slipped back over me like a well-worn shirt, and I was able to walk away, making me feel like the most powerful man in the universe. Because if I was able to walk away from Eden with her fingers in my hair and my cock pressed against her tight virgin center so easily, I could do any-fucking-thing in the world.
After leaving her standing in the hallway just outside the locker room wet and ready and almost begging me, I received my second wind.
I could do this.
I was already winning.
I had gone six months without sex. I hadn’t even jerked off. I was a fucking champ.
And because of that, I would try again.
I felt strong at that moment, having walked away from Eden, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew keeping her around was only going to continue to weaken me. At the rate I was going, and now knowing she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, I wouldn’t last another two weeks.
She had to go.
And so, I would continue to push, and I would come up with another plan to get rid of Eden.
I spent the night thinking about it. Remembering her expression of disgust over the men gawking at her. And as much as I knew I would hate it, I knew the exact way to get her to quit.
There were certain things the waitstaff did to keep the customers coming back for me.
No.
They weren’t fucking the customers. I was running a resort, not a fucking brothel, but a little flirting went a long way in my establishment.
Eden didn’t flirt.
I knew because I watched her regularly instead of sitting behind my desk doing actual fucking work.
It was time she understood the nature of her job and the reason we only hired attractive employees to wait on our customers.
The following night, I waited until she was halfway through her shift before I decided to pull her to the side.
“I need to speak with you,” I said, walking away without another word, knowing she would follow me.
I stopped at the entrance to the bar with my back facing the lobby.
She wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes were everywhere but my face, and I hated that she was embarrassed by her reaction to me the night before.
She was so natural at the moment.
Wanting me as badly as I wanted her.
Needing me.
Embarrassment was the last thing she should have felt, but I would not bring that moment up again. It didn’t matter if I thought about it. I would never talk about it.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her eyes skimming the lobby behind me.
I wanted to reach up, pinch her chin, and force her to look at me, but I couldn’t do that in a room full of people who worked for me.
“You need to do more.”
Her brows dipped in confusion, and her eyes skimmed my face, giving me a rush.
“I don’t understand. Am I doing something wrong?”
“It’s the way you treat the customers.”
“What do you mean? I treat them all very well.”
“The men. They come here to drink, gamble, and flirt with the pretty girls. I suggest you flirt back with them. Keep them coming back for more.”
What was I thinking?
Why was I asking her to do this?
I had never asked any of the other girls to flirt with the men in my establishment.
What kind of business was I running?
“But …”
“No buts. You want to keep this job, then you do it.”
Finally, her eyes landed on my face and remained. Fire blazed behind her bright blue eyes, rimming them with just a hint of red.
She wanted to fight me on it, and fuck if I didn’t hope she would. I wanted her hot and angry. I wanted her ready to scratch me and bite.
I wanted too many fucking things.
Instead, she looked ready to toss in the towel, and I began to celebrate prematurely, but she shocked me when she shook her head, rolled her eyes, and said, “Fine.”
Then she did something else I wasn’t used to.
She turned and walked away from me before I was finished speaking to her.
She was so defiant.
In need of a good spanking.
And it was a major fucking turn-on.
Deciding against staying and watching my angel flirt with the men, I left and went to my office.
I pored over contracts and business, keeping myself too busy to think about everything going on in the bar and what Eden was getting herself into.
Two hours later, I decided I needed a drink. I had a stocked bar in my office, but that didn’t stop me from calling the bar and ordering something.
“Have Eden bring it over for me,” I requested once I put in the order.
“Yes, sir, she’ll bring it right over,” Jena, the bartender working, answered.
Ten minutes later, a soft knock sounded on my office door.
“Come in,” I called out, excited to see how well she was handling my new rules.
She would crumple soon.
She had to give in.
Otherwise, I knew I would.
“Jena asked that I bring you this,” she said as she stepped into my office and held up a tray holding a single drink.
I waved her in, and she started across the room toward my desk.
I devoured her in her new uniform. The pale skin peeking through the sheerness of her top was making me squirm in my seat, and I had to keep from adjusting myself.
“Just set it on the desk,” I said, motioning to the spot on my desk where I wanted it.
She moved closer, but just as she was about to set the tray down on my desk, she tripped, and the tray tumbled into the air. The drink I ordered rolled off, landing in my lap and soaking my crotch.
“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry. Here,” she said, snatching a dry towel from her back pocket. “Let me get that.”
She then began drying the crotch of my pants, which did nothing but send a shock of pleasure through my body. My cock hardened, bursting at the seams and throbbing in pain.
I hadn’t had relief in months. I hadn’t so much as touched my penis, but having her frantically scrub at my crotch with a towel as she tried to dry the liquor she had spilled in my lap was all it took.
“Please don’t fire me. I need this job. I’m just having a bad day or something and …”
“It’s fine,” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
I wasn’t normal.
The fact was, I was so turned on. My hips arched to thrust into her touch. I wanted her to suck me. I wanted her to climb into my lap and let me inside her virginal slit.
Fuck.
I wanted.
Period.
I tried to stop her, gripping her wrist without hurting her, but she continued, not even hearing my strangled demand to stop.
And then something happened.
Something that hadn’t happened since I was thirteen and had no idea how to control my body.
My body tensed.
My balls lifted.
And my shaft twitched with pleasure.
Before I could stop myself, I came in my pants.
Right there, in the middle of my establishment as an angel dried my pants.
I could hardly believe it.
I had never been a quick shooter.
Never.
There were nights when I had gone all night long without even coming once, but as the pleasure spiked and the hot cum rolled into my boxers, I knew there was no denying it.
A small growl escaped my lips, quiet and menacing, and she paused, her eyes flickering to mine in confusion.
“Are you okay?” she asked, too innocent to even understand what had just happened.
I closed my eyes, shame and guilt choking me.
“I’m fine. Please just leave.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was met with her panic-stricken expression.
“Zander, whatever I did, I—”
“Just get the fuck out!” I snapped.
She jerked as if I had slapped her. And then she stepped away, snatched her tray from the floor, and left the room, leaving me sitting behind my desk with embarrassment on my cheeks and cum in my shorts.