You felt your legs woble as you ran around the restaurant again, trying to fulfill every customers needs.

The head waiter alerted you for table 7.

Jesus, another table added to the list. Being a waitress was NOT your idea when you had dropped out.

You were living on minimum wage and was barely hanging on everyday.

All you wanted in life was to live comfortably.

Was that too hard to ask?

When you approached the table, your interest was piqued.

The man at the table wore a nice suit, was handsome and just screamed rich.

He was currenty on a call.

His eyes landed on you and a smirk spread across his face.

"Well, aren't you too young and beautiful to be a waitress?"

Your cheeks quickly turned pink before asking for his order —

"Well, I'll take the steak with a classic side of mashed potatoes and wine.. and.. your number, perhaps?" His eyes hinted with lust. This guy had a strong libido.