Carl’s face fell. “There is one little catch.” He bit his lip. “I’m not going to like this, am I?” “No. Not at all.” “So what’s the deal?” “Well, this guy, Mike, wants to have a special night for his girlfriend, and they’re into something that’s a little … weird. He, uh, wants her to attend naked.” “That doesn’t sound so bad,” Mia said. “I don’t know any naturalists, but I know they exist.” “Here’s the thing, though – all the girls who are going to be here have to be naked, including the wait staff … and the hostess.” Chapter 2 Mia felt her jaw drop. “He … he wants me to be naked?” “I’m afraid so,” Carl said. “Here at work?” “Yes.” “Where people can see me?” Carl nodded. “I-I can’t do that. I just can’t.” “I understand completely,” Carl said. Mia hesitated before speaking again. “If I don’t do it, you’re going to have to shut down the restaurant? Lay all of us off? Jose? Darla? Everyone?” “Look, just forget it,” he said. “This isn’t on you. It’s on me. I’ll just have to figure something else out.” If he had another solution, he’d have done it by now. The cook was a single mom who’d just bought a new house. If the restaurant went under, she’d lose everything. Mia hung her head. Everyone was going to be out of a job, and it was all her fault. She couldn’t let that happen. Better to bare the humiliation of being seen naked for a few hours, right? She shuddered. God, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry. I … no. Just no.” “I understand. Really, I do. I cannot and did not ask you to do this. I mean, Darla?
and was leaning fully on Grant. And her hand was inside her shirt. Then what had just happened hit her. She’d exploded in a massive orgasm with two boys watching. She’d never been more humiliated in her life. Chapter 13 Mia buried her face in Grant’s shirt, trying to keep tears from coming. His arm was wrapped around her back, squeezing her tight to him. “Charles,” he said once the car fully stopped, “if you wouldn’t mind, please run inside and grab us sodas.” There was no verbal response, but the door opened and closed a short time later. “Okay,” Grant said. “It’s just us, now. What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” she yelled, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I just … I just … Oh God! I can’t believe that really just happened.” “I’m glad it happened.” “What? Why?” Tears reformed. Did he like seeing her humiliated that much? “Because I think you’re beautiful and smart and incredibly sexy,” he said. “And because that looked like a really good, really intense orgasm and I think that you deserve all the pleasure that life can possibly give you.” “You don’t think I’m some kind of … some kind of … sexual deviant or something?” He laughed loudly. “Mia, you’ve barely begun to explore what you like and what your body can do. I don’t think I know anyone who is less of a deviant than you are.” “But …” “No matter what you like or don’t like or try or aren’t willing to try, you’ll get no judgment from me or from my friends, okay?” She nodded. “There’s only one thing I want you to worry about,” he said. “What’s that?” Her voice was muffled with her mouth still being pressed tightly against his shirt. “The goal of today was to expand your boundaries a little, not to break down all your walls. Understand?” She nodded again. “I honestly didn’t know riding on the console would have that effect on you, or I