Alick, too, showed a hint of annoyance, interjecting, “In what way are the waitresses involved in this? Enough with your unfounded claims!”
“If there’s nothing further, I must return to my duties.” Hannah exited, tray in hand, without a backward glance.
Yet, as Alick spoke, his eyes lingered on Hannah’s departing profile at the door’s closure, struck by a sense of familiarity. She didn’t seem to be just a waitress…
Click!
With the door shut, Hannah exhaled in relief.
Her relief was short-lived as the door flung open behind her.
“Wait,”
Alick called out, halting her.
“Are you new here?” Alick inquired, his head tilted, peering at Hannah’s retreating figure.
“You seem unfamiliar.”
“Sir, I go by Eva,” she clarified.
The name Eva seemed to ring a bell for Alick, yet he couldn’t quite place her.
“Face me,” he commanded.
Clutching the tray tighter, Hannah turned slowly, her gaze downward.
Her face was obscured by a black lace mask, leaving Alick unable to discern her features.
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“Remove your mask,” he demanded.
Hannah was alarmed. She scanned her surroundings, seeking a chance to slip away.
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“Are you defying me?” Alick moved closer, his hand lifting to graze Hannah’s face.
“Fine. I’ll assist you with that mask then.”
As his fingers grazed the mask, Hannah retreated two steps and collided with a solid presence!
A large hand clasped her wrist. The subtle fragrance of sandalwood enveloped her, leaving her dazed and without the will to turn around.
Bryson drew her into his embrace. His eyes, a deep and frosty gaze, fixed upon her.
“She belongs to me. Are you interested in her?”
Bryson’s identity dawned on Alick, halting him mid-thought. His eyes flickered over Hannah, cocooned in Bryson’s hold, disbelief shadowing his features that Bryson would show an interest in a mere waitress.