Chapter 5 A PRICE

DAMIEN'S POV

She has her back to me, but she feels familiar.

That dark-brown ponytail that's just asking to be wrapped around my hand and pulled.

That full ass that begs to be spanked until it's red hot. I knew she'd look good out of her scrubs.

She's holding her tray of canapés for two young jocks who are taking way more time than necessary to pick out their appetizers. I can't tell what they're saying, but I can see them openly ogling her, like Kelvin did to the waitress from before.

They're staring at her tits, slowly moving closer until she's backed away, flush against the wall. She's trapped now and probably won't escape without suffering a grope or two.

Many of the men are doing the exact same thing to other waitresses. That's the whole point of having scantily clad young girls strut their stuff at a party like this.

But for some reason, seeing her being treated like one of those girls-which she is-makes my blood boil. I clear my throat to get their attention. "Waitress," I call out. "Come here."

The jocks turn around to glare at me. One of them looks like he's about to fight me, but his friend pulls him back and says something in a low voice. He probably knows who I am.

Getting on my bad side is not a good idea for anyone who does business in this city. The two guys walk away, leaving me alone with the nurse from St. Mary's Hospital I met last week.

She's looking at me now, apprehension flashing in her green eyes, which look unnaturally intense tonight from the heavy make-up. She recognizes me, and she realizes she has just escaped the frying pan only to fall into the fire.

"I said come here. You work here, don't you? The customer is king. Haven't you heard that?"

I could step closer to close the gap between us, but that wouldn't be any fun. She knows she has to do as I say, and I want to watch the fight die within her, see the moment when she gives up and follows my order.

She hesitates.

She's lost her balance from having tried to back away from the two jocks, and it doesn't look as if she's used to the high heels either, or the lack of actual clothes.

Like the other girls, she's wearing a black bra, a pair of lacy panties, and black garters that hold up her sheer black stockings. Unlike the other girls, she looks uncomfortable in them. She's out of her element, just like she was at the hospital when she had to obey me instead of the hospital rules.

This means I've got her right where I want her. "Did you hear me, or do I have to tell the host you can't do your job?" I give her a sharp stare, and she glowers at me in response, even though her full lips, which are painted red tonight, remain tightly zipped.

She regains her composure. She starts to walk closer, teetering on her shoes, which exaggerate the sway of her full hips. She has cute, perky tits, but it's the way her slender waist flares out into those hips and ass that gets me.

I could just imagine my fingers digging into her waist as I bend her over and pull her back against me, impaling her on me again and again. My cock stirs in my pants. I don't know what it is about her, but every little move she makes amuses me.

Maybe it's just refreshing to see a girl not kissing my ass. She puts up a bit of a fight, which makes it more satisfying when her resolve crumbles, when she inevitably has to do my bidding.

She stops a couple of feet away from me and shoves the tray full of the usual party finger foods between us without a word.

"Aren't you going to ask if I want some canapés?" I trap her gaze and watch as the fire burns within.

"You already asked me to come here. You obviously want them," she says in a clipped tone. She's trying to stay polite, despite her anger.

"Maybe all I want is for you to come closer."

"I'm already close enough. Now, if there's nothing else, I have other guests to serve."

"I don't see anyone else around here." I look around to emphasize my point. This is a large mansion, and most of the guests are lounging by the swimming pool. This hallway is deserted. "And aren't you supposed to address me more politely?"

"If there's nothing else, I'd like to go where the other guests are, Sir," she repeats herself, adding the honorific at the end begrudgingly. Interesting.

When faced with the choice between obeying me and losing her job, she chooses the option that makes her money, even if she has to sacrifice a little dignity doing so.

This girl has a price, just like everybody else. What makes her interesting is how much she seems to resent that, and how openly she displays that resentment. She's transparent. I'd love to see her genuine reactions to my hands all over her, my fingers inside her.

F**k, I'd love to spread her legs and plunge balls deep inside her. I'd watch her face as I do, her lips parting in lust to let a breathy moan escape, her eyes begging for more even if she doesn't want to say it.

"Oh, but there is something else. I'm sure you'll want to hear this," I say.

She continues to look back into my eyes with defiance, not knowing I'm going to crush that disobedience out of her.

I'm not done with her. Far from it. She's wrong if she thinks she's going to walk away just like that.