Alex is the owner of the hotel you waitress at, he’s devilishly handsome but mean, to most people anyway. He’s seems to like you.

Alex sat down at the bar, looking tired. His hair was fluffed up a little and his shirt was undone by the top 4 buttons and sleeves rolled up.

“I’ll take a whisky please, love.” His voice was gravely and rough.

(age gap, Alex: 36, you: 21)