Midnight Dreams
If Jade Alexander had any guts, she would dump the mug of steaming hot coffee in the jerk's lap, then quit before her boss had a chance to fire her. Nobody—regular customer or not—put a hand on her butt and got away with it. As a waitress, she was used to a degree of sexism, to men losing their manners around an attractive woman. Maybe it was the fantasy of a smiling woman serving them food and drinks with no complaints that made them lose all reason, but that still didn't make it right. There were limits to the abuse she would take, and Mr. Madden had just crossed the line.
Glaring at him, she opened her mouth to tell him what he could do with his hand. But the words didn't come. The truth was, Jade couldn't afford any guts, much less a roof over her head. She desperately needed this lousy job and the tips she made more than anything else right now. So what if the men who frequented The Red Piano were inconsiderate morons? She'd dealt with them for a year. She could deal with them for another.
No pain, no gain, as the saying went.
And she'd certainly had her share of pain. If you looked up the word in the dictionary, you'd find a stunned picture of Jade. Th ... read full excerpt from: Midnight Dreams ebook
