"You!" Morris looks over his shoulder at me, his dark eyes piercing my soul. "What're you waiting around for?"
I paste an insincere smile on my lips. Guests like him get their food spit in. Despite my issues with Amanda, he didn't have to bully her to the point of tears. She storms past me, her eyes glittering with unshed tears, and I mentally prepare myself to get ripped apart as well.
I approach his table, pen, and notepad in hand, "What can I get you?"
Morris looks up at me, and I feel my heart flutter.
Stupid pheromones!
The man is devastatingly handsome, but that doesn't mean that just because my body craves his touch, I want to actually do it. With such good looks, his personality is bound to be s**t. I refuse to feel guilty for my thoughts. If he can pick on me all day, then I
