His Property novel Chapter 1

It's Sunday, who the hell works on a Sunday?

I could only think as I turned off my 6 am alarm, I was tired and hungover. My boss, Jay had told me I had to go in today at 4 in the morning after I was finished clubbing, dick move.

I proceeded with my 'morning before work' routine per usual. Brush teeth, wash face, shower, regret ever being born into this damn world, and finally, suck it up and put on the very exposing outfit given to us by our oh so kind boss.

I mean who was I? I've been working for him for 2 years now.

"Hey, Talia can you fill in till I get there?" Serenity, my best friend asked over the phone as I locked my front door, it was a rare occurrence for her to be late so when she was, there was absolutely no problem for me to give her some extra time, after all, it's just the two us until 12 pm.

"Yeah, no problemo."

As always the diner is usually empty this early in the morning, give or take a single, that person is most likely a regular. I hadn't paid much attention to him, I had better things to do, but as I sat him at our cleanest table, I realized that maybe be deserved to scrutinized. He was tall and handsome, his frame was buff and muscular, despite his very expensive-looking suit and tie, his hair was messy, almost contrasting from his rich and intimidating appearance.

"Good morning, my name is Natalia, I will be your waitress for today." I smile wide handing him a menu, "so what beverage can I provide you with this morning?" I prepared to write everything down verbatim, I was determined to get this order right.

"An uh- pumpkin spice latte sounds great, could you top it with extra whipped cream and nutmeg?" He asked, his voice was proper yet deep, and I could've sworn I'd seen him somewhere before.

"Of course! While I prepare your latte, you should take a look at our Early Morning Breakfast Menu. This month special is a french toast ham and cheese sandwich with a side of bacon. Take a look." I continued to smile, I couldn't help but think about how much he oozed with sex appeal, it was like a moth to a flame, and yes sweetheart, I'm the fucking moth.

"Actually, today is my cheat day, why not." He set down the menu. I nodded and retreated to the kitchen, where I perfected his dish past the point of perfection.

"Here is your pumpkin spice latte, extra whipped cream, and nutmeg as instructed, and your french toast ham and cheese sandwich fresh off the grill." I set his plate down and mug down. He smiled wide as I turned back toward the kitchen. I felt accomplished. I had no intention of asking him out, I really only wanted to admire from afar.

But alas the environment was ruined as a woman stormed in and right to his table. I watched from the kitchen and could only hear so much, well until she began screaming that is.

"RYDER I'M THROUGH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" She yelled slamming something down on the table. I frowned. Why would anyone want to lose a man like that?

"Excuse me miss, I hate to be a bother but could you take this outside?" I confronted her, I couldn't say anything about the argument but I could remove the source from the environment.