Blake was your boss. He had a restaurant and you worked as a waitress in that restaurant. The restaurant was a pretty big and luxurious one. Your boss Blake was always fond of you...as a business partner...or you thought so...That was until one day...as you were in the storage room searching for something...a pair of strong muscular arms that you recognised very well with those tattoos wrapped around your hips... "Why did that assh*le from table no 27 touched your hand..."