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Authors: Evelyn Troy
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His Dirty Secret
The Billionaire’s Affair
By Evelyn Troy
Copyright 2014 by Evelyn Troy
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Contents:
Isobel put the money in the register, smiled to the customer sweetly as she gave him his change, and then hid a laugh as she caught the glance of one of her co-workers. Melanie discreetly made a face at the guy Isobel had just served, indicating that she’d noticed that, once again, there was no tip forthcoming, which was nothing unusual these days. Isobel shrugged her shoulders in response and was about to mouth something sarcastic back to her friend when the customer captured her attention once more.
“Excuse me, but this is
not
what I ordered.” His tone was as mean as his tip had been, and Isobel sighed as she plastered the smile back on her face before turning back to face him.
“Excuse me, Sir?” She made sure that she kept her voice as polite as possible, conscious of the fact that her boss was within earshot.
“Are you deaf as well as stupid?” The man positively barked at her, and she could feel her smile start to falter. “I said that this is not what I damn well ordered, girl!”
Isobel held on to her temper, but only just. If there was one thing that she hated more than being treated like she was incompetent, it was being called a girl. “I’m so sorry, Sir, I thought you ordered a scotch on the rocks.” She kept her tone apologetic, while what she really wanted to do was pour a damn bottle of the foul stuff over his pompous head.
“Get it right, girl. I ordered a top shelf scotch on the rocks. And, unless I’m very much mistaken, that means that I specifically did
not
want this cheap ass booze that you’re trying to fob me off with.” The man’s face was getting redder with every word he spewed, and Isobel was seriously wondering if he was about to have a heart attack.
“That is our top shelf scotch, Sir.” She knew that she had about as much chance of calming the guy down as she did of winning the lottery, but her boss was still watching her with his eagle-eyed stare, and she really needed this job even if she
did
hate it. “I’ll be happy to pour you another, if you’d like?” The cost of another drink would no doubt come out of her wages, but she’d rather that than get fired and
have
no wages.
The man stared at her face for a split second, and then his eyes travelled down her body slowly, as though he was undressing her. Isobel could feel her skin actually crawl as his eyes lingered on her chest, and she crossed her arms in front of her.
“There’s another way you could make things right.” Isobel’s eyes shot to her boss in a silent plea for help, but there was none forthcoming. “You could meet me after work and we could, um, work things out.” His voice was as slimy as he was, and Isobel shuddered.
She was about to give him a blistering response, when her fellow bartender spoke up. “That’s against company policy, Sir.” Her voice was haughty and brooked no argument as she defended her friend. “I’m sure that if you try your drink again, you’ll realize that it actually
is
what you ordered.”
The man shot a glance across to Melanie, his scowl an indication that he was about to shoot her down in flames. When he saw who had spoken to him, however, his whole demeanor changed and he went from mean to humble in an instant.
“Oh! It’s, um, it’s f-fine. My m-mistake, miss.” Isobel stared open-mouthed as he shot her a hasty stuttering apology, threw ten dollars on the counter and hurried away, taking a gulp of his ‘cheap ass booze’ as he went.
“What the hell was that all about?” She turned to her friend with an astonished look on her face.
Melanie grinned at her sassily. “He’s my next door neighbor’s dad, and I don’t think his wife would appreciate knowing that her husband is a sleazy scum-ball who hits on sexy young bartenders.” She picked up the money from the counter and held it out. “Don’t forget to put your tip in the jar.” She winked and walked back over to her side of the bar.
Isobel grinned to herself as she put the money in the jar. It wasn’t much; tips here very rarely were, regardless of the fact that it was an upper-class establishment and mostly rich people drank there, so every penny was appreciated. She wiped down the counter and served the next customer, thinking that even though she might hate her job, she’d found a great friend because of it, and for that she was grateful.
The next few hours were spent serving drinks and putting up with sexist comments made by sexist men who thought they were God’s gift to mankind; women in particular. She checked the clock for what felt like the tenth time, and sighed when she saw that she still had almost two hours to go until the end of her shift. She wasn’t sure how many more pompous middle-aged mid-life crisis businessmen or elderly and wealthy playboy wannabe’s she could stand, but she gritted her teeth and turned back to the bar with her usual smile plastered to her face.
When she saw the man who was sat on the other side, however, her smile faltered. He looked to be in his early thirties, which was older than she typically liked, and he had a sullen look on his face that would have curdled milk if they actually sold any. But, his looks made her forget all of that, if she’d even noticed in the first place.
He had a chiseled jawline that made him look strong, even if you couldn’t see that he was broad in the shoulders and tapered at the waist, indicating a muscled physique. His eyes were of the most piercing dark green that Isobel had ever seen, and the way they were looking at her right now made her feel as though he could see into her very soul. And those lips; oh man, what she wouldn’t give to have those lusciously full lips on her.
Of course, another added attraction was that he was obviously filthy rich, if his designer suit and expensive masculine jewelry were anything to go by.
Always an added bonus
, she thought. She gave herself a mental shake and put her smile back on; although this time it was definitely not a fake one.
“And what’s your pleasure, Sir?” Her voice was sultry and she knew that her double entendre had not gone unnoticed by the way he raised one eyebrow at her.
“I don’t think it’s legal to serve my pleasure in a place like this, so I’ll have a cognac instead, please.” His voice was as sexy as she’d been expecting and Isobel actually felt shivers run down her spine as he spoke.
I wonder what he does like for pleasure,
she thought briefly. His sour expression had been replaced by a slightly more amicable one, but he still looked fed up and Isobel made her mind up there and then to make sure that she did everything she could to make him smile before he left.
She poured the man his drink and added a little extra to the measure. She’d discovered very early on in her job that men were always more talkative when they drank more alcohol. And she really wanted to get this guy talking.
She placed the glass on the counter in front of him and smiled as he opened his wallet to pay her. Holding her finger up to her lips in a shushing motion, she leaned slightly over the bar to talk in a hushed tone. “The first one’s on me. Just don’t tell the boss.” She winked at him mischievously. She was allowed to give the occasional free drink at her discretion, but hardly ever did so she wasn’t abusing the boss or his profit margin.
She’d expected him to be grateful, or at the very least to crack a smile, but she was disappointed when she got a totally unexpected response. With a look that could only be described as scathing, the man took a bill out of his wallet and threw it on the bar anyway.
“If all employees had that attitude there would be a lot more businesses closing down, prices consistently going up on items and services, and wages being reduced to less than they already are.” Even the scowl he shot her way was sexy, and Isobel chastised herself for finding such an obnoxious man so appealing.
“I’m sorry sir, but you misunderstood me.” She was quick to try and put things right, knowing that if she didn’t then she wouldn’t get very much further with him. “The staff here are allowed to offer a free beverage at their discretion. I’m in no way abusing the trust placed upon me by my employer.” She knew that her tone sounded haughty, but she hated for anyone to think that she was dishonest in any way.
He had the grace to at least look a little contrite as he apologized to her. “I guess I’m just a little touchy today. I’m sorry about that.” He grinned sheepishly. “Is it too late to accept your generosity?”
Isobel smiled warmly. “Not too late at all.” She handed his money back to him and breathed a sigh of relief. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” She made sure that she didn’t sound too interested and that she was just making idle conversation.
“It’s my first time here. I’m trying to make sure that I don’t go anywhere that a certain someone goes to.” He took a swig of his drink. “It’s easier that way.”
Isobel’s curiosity peaked again. She had a feeling that he could be talking about a woman, but he didn’t wear a wedding band, and he sure as hell wasn’t happy with whoever it may be or he wouldn’t be trying to avoid her, so in Isobel’s book it was all good.
“It sounds like you’ve had a bad day.” She took his glass off him when he wiggled it in front of her, charging him for the alcohol this time.
He laughed sardonically. “Lady, if you had to live with what I have to live with, your day would pretty much suck too.” He took a sip of his drink and gave an appreciative sigh.
Oh Lord. Was he going to be a complete whiner? The one thing Isobel couldn’t stand was a man who winged and complained at just about everything. “Well hopefully you’ll feel a lot better about your day by the time you leave here.” She smiled again and turned to serve another patron.
Over the next hour, the man sat there quietly, not saying much of anything and obviously lost in his thoughts. Isobel served him when he asked, but was too busy to engage him in any real conversation, much to her frustration.
She’d just finished serving a very loud, very annoying regular who had done his level best, and failed, to get her to agree to meet him after work, when the quiet hunk asked her for another drink. “Why don’t you have one yourself?” he asked, as he handed her the money. “I promise I won’t tell the boss.”
Isobel laughed and checked the time, nodding her head when she saw that it was time for her to take a break anyway. “That sounds like a great idea. Thank you.” It would also be the perfect opportunity to try and get him to open up a little.
She poured herself a very weak vodka and tonic and then walked around to the other side of the bar, hopping up onto the barstool next to him with a grateful sigh. She held her glass up to him in a silent ‘cheers’ salute, and then took a long pull of the clear liquid.
She turned sideways in her seat so that she was facing the man. “I’m Isobel, by the way, and I’ll be your bartender this evening.”
He took the hand that she’d held out, giving a gentle shake before answering. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Isobel. My name’s Tyler James and I’ll be your grumpy customer this evening.”
They both laughed softly, the air well and truly cleared between them. “Trust me,” Isobel spoke softly. “I get a lot of grumpy customers. It’s all part of the job. Personally, I’d prefer a grumpy one to one that makes lewd, suggestive comments all night long.”
Tyler took a swig of his drink and raised an eyebrow at her over the top of his glass. “Well that’s a shame.” For the first time, Isobel noticed that his words were slightly slurred. Perfect. “I was going to throw a few suggestive comments at you myself.”
She laughed again. “Feel free to. Off you I think I could handle it.” She winked back suggestively, her inner flirt coming to the fore and loving the attention. “So what made the handsome Tyler’s day so crappy?”
He grinned at her choice of words, and she felt her stomach do a little hiccup of reaction at the sexiness of it. “Nothing major, I suppose. Not compared to a lot of people anyway. It’s just having to deal with a magnitude of so-called qualified people who have no damn clue how to do their jobs properly.” Isobel hid her smile at his slurred misuse of the word. “I mean, I know it’s a huge company and that there’slot to do, but c’mon, gimme a break.”
“Receptionist problems?” Isobel’s ears had pricked up when he’d mentioned that it was a huge company. Was he the boss, or just one in a long chain of managers, she wondered.
“She’s my personal assistant, and if I didn’t need one so damn bad I woulda fired her ass today.” His words were getting more and more slurred with every sip of his drink. “S’not like we pay her a measly wage either. Hell, Tyler Morgan Inc.’s one of the most preshtigious comp’nies in the states, and I take damn good care of my staff.”