Bedding the Billionaire CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1Sutton
“You’re late, Sutton.”
I winced internally as I listened to my boss chastise me for being late. Flinging my bag under the dingy
counter at Abberly’s bar, I looked up from my crouched position to see Gabriel Reece glaring at me.
Rather than answer him, I yanked my apron out of my bag and went to work tying it on. Sadly, the next
time I glanced over at him it was just in time to see his nasty ass staring at the way my t-shirt pulled
tight across my chest as I tried on my apron.
Perve.
“We have a start time for a reason, Sutton” he stated in that lofty tone of his.
Seriously, who was the man kidding? There wasn’t another soul in town who would put up with his shit
and we both knew it.
“I’m sorry,” I grit out between clenched teeth. I knew better than to give an excuse, even if it was a valid
one. Gabe didn’t care if I had an excuse, he just liked riding my ass. It started in Kindergarten and he
hadn’t got bored of it yet.
“Look, this is getting to be a problem,” he began, scratching his chest. I didn’t even want to know what
the stains were that currently decorated his shirt. There had been a time when Gabe was somewhat
attractive. That time was long gone.
“I’m never late,” I started, but he cut me off with a raised hand.
“Sutton, Sutton, Sutton.”I hated the way he said my name. It was as if he were speaking of dog poop or erectile dysfunction.
“Yes, Gabriel?” I answered frostily.
I could swear that there was a glint of smugness that entered into his cold eyes as he continued to
stare me down. Finally, he spoke, “You are late—again. I told you the next time you came in here late I
would be taking it off your wages.”
novelbinI hated the stupid son of a bitch. I hadn’t been late in over two years. I was so tempted to tell him what
he could do with this job, and the stick lodged in his ass. But the familiar grumbling of my stomach
forced me to hold my tongue. I needed the money that this terrible job provided. It was the reason, the
only reason, I agreed to work for the asshole in the first place.
Glancing at the clock before turning back to glare at him, I answered smartly, “It’s three minutes after
the hour, Gabe. What are you going to deduct, fifteen cents?”
Okay, so I hadn’t done the math. But at a waitressing hourly wage, I wasn’t bringing home the big
bucks. I could see by his reaction that I wasn’t far off the mark. Gabe looked ready to wring my bare
neck. Well, good, I wouldn’t mind wringing his either.
“Sutton, we pay you to be here at three, not three minutes after three. This isn’t a difficult concept, so
even you should understand it. If you are unable to be on time for your shift, you can find somewhere
else to work.”
Oh, I bet he would love that. Gabe hadn’t always been the owner of Abberly’s. His mama, God rest her
soul, had always been good to me. Ruth Ann treated me like gold. Which was saying something in this
town, where I not only came from the wrong side of the tracks, but the wrong side of the blanket.
Pushing my way past Gabe, I took in the current customers. I smiled when I saw two of my favorite
older ladies glancing surreptitiously over their menus, clearly trying to eavesdrop. As my eyescontinued to scan the room, I saw a few of the other tables were taken. Nothing too stressful. This
would be an easy-peasy kind of day.
“Oh, and Sutton? Max has been waiting nearly a half hour for his drink.” Gabe shot me a smug look
when I immediately jumped into action.
“Why didn’t you say something instead of tearing up at me?” I grumbled just loud enough for Gabe to
hear.
A bubble of excitement lit inside of me. Max was another of my favorite people in Otterville Falls. In a
rush, I wound my long dark hair into a messy bun and secured it with a pen. Then I raced over to the
bar and began to pour Max a drink.
Thinking that Max had already sat there for thirty minutes, I went ahead and poured another drink.
Then I carefully balanced the tray on one arm and strode across the old wood planks completely
unaware that my shoe was untied. Tripping, I nearly ended up in Max’s lap. Thankfully the older man
was deft enough to catch the tray, save the drinks, and my pride.
“Sorry, Maxie!” I called out with a wink, ignoring his growl of disapproval as I kissed his cheek.
“You alright?” he replied gruffly.
I nodded and moved back to get a good look at him. Still handsome in his early fifties, Max had the look
of someone that lived hard. I had heard any number of rumors about him over the years. The people in
Otterville Falls loved a good mystery and Max was one of the best.
Max and Mama had a special kind of relationship. I can’t even begin to tell you what that meant
because honest to goodness I have no flipping idea even to this day. Max knew what Mama was, and
when he rolled into town on his big motorcycle and stopped at our trailer, I knew what was going on.
But I also knew that Mama never cried in the morning when Max stayed over, and there were oftengroceries in the fridge when he left. Even after Mama died, Max still came in town every few months to
check on me. I suppose you could say that he was the only father figure that I had ever known.
“You need money?” he asked in his gruff way.
I answered the same way I always did. “Nah, I’m doing fine. Thanks, Maxie.”
He rolled his eyes and went back to his drink. But I didn’t miss the slight twitch to his lips that indicated
a smile was lurking somewhere under all of that gruff demeanor.
With a grin, I grabbed my notebook out of my apron and moved to the next table.
“Hi, Girls!” I said cheerfully as I greeted Alice and Reena. The two elderly ladies couldn’t have been a
day over seventy- five. Best friends, roommates, and having never married, you rarely saw one without
the other. The ladies were in Abberly’s nearly every afternoon.
“What will it be?” I asked. “Would you like the regular or do you want to spice things up?”
Alice pursed her lips wickedly. “Unless you have found a way to get that boss of yours to lose his
boxers, I am betting that there is nothing spicy around here going on at all.”
I gagged a little. “Eww!”
Alice waggled her drawn-on eyebrows, causing me to laugh. With fake seriousness I warned her,
“Alice! That’s sexual harassment.” Lord knew that Gabe got a kick out of the ladies thinking he was a
hot stud. I personally couldn’t see what they were talking about.
“I would like to harass him—sexually,” she licked her old lady lips lewdly, and I couldn’t control snort of
laughter that escaped my lips.
“Don’t let me stand in your way,” I said, pointing to the office. “Go get your man.”Alice winked at me and turned back to her menu. “Maybe tomorrow. I am not feeling up to a workplace
tryst.”
“Shirley Temple for me,” Reena interjected, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And white zinfandel for
the cougar here if you don’t mind.”
“Coming right up,” I said with a smile, jotting down their drinks even though it was the same thing they
always ordered. “Y’all want anything to eat?”
Alice looked up hopefully. “Do you have those crab cakes like you did last week?”
“I will check with Joe,” I promised before adding, “You want the same, Reena?”
“Oh, goodness me, no!” she said, chins wobbling. “Well, I couldn’t—well, maybe just a nibble or two,”
she said as she tipped her head to the side as she considered our menu. “And some of those onion
rings, but just a few mind you. I’m watching my weight.”
I nodded obediently and jotted it down. Reena was as plump as Alice was thin. It hardly seemed fair
that Alice could eat whatever she wanted and never gain an ounce. I didn’t give a shit what Reena
weighed. I only wish that it didn’t bother her so much. As far as I was concerned, if the woman wanted
onion rings, I sure as hell was going to bring them to her.
Seeing that there was only one more customer in the dining room, I headed his way. He was younger
than I had originally guessed, far closer to my age. As I came upon him, I saw that the stranger was tall
with a muscular build. His slate gray eyes sat under thick black brows matched his inky black hair. Dear
merciful heavens, the man was breathtaking. He was also dressed in a suit that likely cost more than
this entire bar.A warning bell went off somewhere inside of my mind. Never trust money. I knew the mantra almost as
well as I knew my name.
“Welcome to Abberly’s,” I said in my most courteous tone. “My name is Sutton, and I will be your
waitress today. What can I get you to drink?”
The moment his eyes locked on mine I felt a jolt of electricity run up my spine, nearly causing me to
drop my pen and notepad.
“Sutton?” He repeated my name and I felt goosebumps erupt all over my body. His voice was all sexy
seduction.
“Yes?”
Damn it. Why had that sounded like a question instead of a statement? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Yes,” I said firmly, nodding my head.
He let out a visible sigh of relief.
Strangely, I felt myself relax along with him. I was about to ask him again about his drink when his arm
shot out and his long thick fingers curled around my wrist. The surge of electricity before was nothing
compared to the fireworks erupting in my midsection from his touch. His hand felt like it was branding
me. I barely heard him when he uttered, “It’s about damn time.”