Finding Love With The CEO

Allie's POV

For a moment, I just stared at the man. He was so handsome, jet-black hair, thin lips, beautiful eyes, and he had big hands folded neatly on the table. I tried my hardest to stop staring, but I could not help myself. All my life I was solely focused on survival, so me dang near drooling over a complete stranger was unheard of. This guy felt familiar. Like the guy from the fantasy dreams that I always get so close to kissing right before I wake up from my sleep. He finally got tired of the staring game and cleared his throat loudly. I blushed out of embarrassment. He chuckled, the guy all the other waitresses feared so much was laughing at me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Then I mustered up all the courage that I could and asked him what he would like to order. I told him my name was Allie and I would be his server. He actually looked surprised that I interrupted him mid-chuckle. I tried to keep my face blank, but I was annoyed. Who does this guy think is giving me the side eye while I was just trying to do my job? I know a pretty boy like him has women falling all over him and for good reason, but I am nobody’s groupie. This man had my emotions all over the place and I just met him 3 minutes ago.

He finally spoke, and I was mesmerized all over again. It should be illegal to sound so sexy. His voice is so deep it just screams power and authority. Listening to him, it is like all of my annoyance left my body. This man is definitely bad for me. I just needed to take his order and get his food out as soon as possible. The sooner he is out of my personal space the better.

He always ordered the same thing the other girls told me, but of course, today he decided to be extremely indecisive and it would take forever just for him to order his usual. After writing his order, I turned to walk away. I do not know why, but my hips had a mind of their own. They swayed side to side in a sensual manner. His eyes were superglued to juicy behind, and he was enjoying the little show I was putting on for him. A few minutes later, his order was ready. I took his order to the table and told him if he needed anything just holler for me. He did not respond, but the look in his eyes is strange. Why is he looking at me like that? I went to check on my other customers.

Two hours later and this man is still sitting there. Why? My shift was over thirty minutes ago. Every time I try to give him the check, he asks for a refill or another item off of the menu. I want to go home, but I do not want to piss him off either. His nickname is The Beast for a reason. He is ill-tempered, and he has no problem raining his wrath down on anyone who inconveniences him or, so I have been told. I waited another fifteen minutes and then something inside me just snapped. I was tired of being on his time. I have never been one to fear others, so beast or no beast, I needed him to go. I marched over and told him my shift was over, and I was ready to go home. I braced myself waiting for him to lash out at me, but he surprised me. He looked up from the plate he was pretending to eat and stared at me. Instead of seeing anger on his face, his eyes shined with something that looked like respect. He is used to people walking on eggshells around him, but I was going to do no such a thing. I need him to get out my feet hurt. He reached into his pocket and threw three one-hundred-dollar bills on the table. He got up and left without saying a word. I cleaned the table and clocked out. I was happy about the extra money, but something seemed off. When I walked out of the Diner, I could not shake the feeling that I was being followed.

Maybe I overreacted a little bit. He was just enjoying his food. I could have just sat down and rolled some silver or something until he got done. Allie, you really did it this time girl. That smart mouth and sassy attitude probably made that beautiful man upset. Although I could have sworn I saw respect in his gaze that couldn't be. I am a nobody. Why would he respect me right? I am so lost in my thoughts that I momentarily forget about that nagging feeling that I am not alone. Maybe I am just being paranoid. Who would follow me?