His Naughty Waitress (Insta-Love on the Run Book 4)
His Naughty Waitress
Insta Love on the Run, #4
Bella Love-Wins
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Insta-Love on the Run Series
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His Naughty Waitress
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
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Insta-Love on the Run Series
Includes:
His Ex’s Little Sister (#1)
Her Dirty Rival (#2)
Her First Time (#3)
His Naughty Waitress (#4)
Her Cocky Client (#5)
His Sassy Intern (#6)
Her Dirty Mechanic (#7)
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His Naughty Waitress
(#4 - First published as Carter, Bella Love-Wins’ contribution to the ‘Billionaires for Christmas’ time-limited Christmas bundle)
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Blurb and Author’s Notes
Synopsis of His Naughty Waitress
Sin never tasted so sweet.
Carter
My squad of single billionaires and I converge on Lake Tahoe for our annual winter retreat, but we arrive ahead of the entertainment--a private jet full of Milan supermodels.
I don't plan on having a raunchy men's room booty call with Missy, a curvy waitress at the only diner on the way to our private lodge. Our attraction is far off the charts.
Who can blame me for wanting more? Except, that realization causes me to break my 'one-session only' rule for the first time ever. For Missy.
Author's Notes
- His Naughty Waitress is a standalone romance short story with no Cliffhanger and a happy for now ending. It was first published as Carter, my contribution to the ‘Billionaires for Christmas’ time-limited holiday bundle. Finally, you can enjoy finding this story all year round.
- The Insta-Love on the Run series includes quick and sinfully steamy contemporary romance standalones you can devour on the run! Each book is a short burst of explosive romance that'll consume you for up to two hours. Find your dose of love from the very first page. All stories are written and copyrighted by Bella Love-Wins.
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His Naughty Waitress
Insta-Love on the Run #4
Chapter 1
Missy
My father always used to tell me I’d get in trouble for my mouthy attitude. He was a high school shop class teacher, and one time he made me stay after school to write ‘My words will be necessary but nice’ two hundred times on his classroom blackboards as punishment. I did what he asked, but all along I was thinking, what a fucking waste of time. I may have said that once or twice while I stood at the blackboard back then. Dad was not impressed, but at least he knew I wouldn’t bullshit him. Dad was really trying during those years—and then he died. I was nineteen, and I wished I had taken some of those lessons to heart.
He was all we had. I never knew my mother. She died before I could walk, so when Dad passed on, my older sister, Rosa-Beth, and I were on our own, and I got worse.
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Rosa-Beth couldn’t handle his passing. Everyone said she was delicate, so naturally all the responsibilities fell to me. For fourteen months, I managed to keep our household together. Until I fucked up big time. Well actually, I had help. Dad’s old drinking buddy showed up. He had become a bank loan officer, and told Rosa-Beth and I we could consolidate all our debt and Rosa-Beth’s college expenses with the mortgage on the house. He assured us we could use Dad’s death benefits to help pay it off. It sounded like a great idea at the time, but Rosa-Beth never mentioned she had racked up fifty thousand dollars in credit card bills while she was at college. Fifty fucking thousand dollars. I couldn’t even picture what that kind of money looks like. I wish I could say she did something useful with the cash, but she didn’t. All she had to show for it were some new friends that went by the names Prada, Chanel, Fendi, Jimmy Choo and Vera Wang.
I gave her an earful when I found out, but it’s no fun hollering at a sobbing woman. Fifty thousand dollars put us over the edge, and all of a sudden, we needed to find the money to pay it off, or we’d lose the house.
There was no way in hell I’d let that happen.
Rosa-Beth was in her last semester at college, and when she graduated, she moved back home. She was just as emotionally broken as she was when Dad died.
It was up to me. I switched from part-time to full-time at the local Macy’s, and by local, I mean thirty minutes north on the main road to Truckee. College fell off my list of career preparation options. The chip on my shoulder grew to the size of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
Right about that time, I hit a new low and got about an inch away from bitch slapping my Macy’s supervisor. In my defense, she deserved seeing my hand an inch from her face. Actually, she deserved the slap, and I wish that I had followed through and done it, even if that may have meant jail time. Instead, better judgment got me, and my only repercussion was I became jobless.
This is how I ended up working as a waitress at Ed’s Diner here in town. This is how I met Carter Neville.
Chapter 2
Carter
“Stop here.”
The driver slows our limousine to a crawl, finally stopping near the front doors of what must be the only diner around. No one objects vocally, but their disinterested looks make it clear they are less than pleased. I glance through my window, assess my options, and make a hasty decision for our group.
“We’re having breakfast,” I tell Victor, my younger brother by two years, and our friends, Prentice and Chauncey.
“Here?” Victor asks, clearly skeptical. As usual, his way too long blond hair falls into his eyes when he snaps his head toward me.
“It’s the only place around.”
“Fuck.”
“Next time, make sure you schedule the help to arrive a day or two before we do,” says Prentice, who glares over at us both with his piercing green eyes. He has his usual expression on his face, like he’s accusing us of something. “Same deal for the entertainment too.”
“Wait. We have no entertainment tonight?” Chauncey asks from beside Prentice.
“What the fuck were you doing while we talked about this on the plane?” I ask defensively.
He points his index and middle fingers to his temples, and pulls back his thumb in a mock trigger move. “There goes the post-Christmas break.”
Victor runs a hand through his hair. “Stop overreacting. The caterers will be here by tonight, and our bevy of Italian beauties are already on a flight here. They get in sometime before midnight.”
The limousine driver gets out and opens the door beside Victor to let us out.
“I bet we can find some tight, sweet country tail right here in this crap diner,” Victor announces, stepping out first. Always the optimist, that brother of mine. He straightens out his black suede, knee-length winter jacket, and waits to lead the way inside.
“Eight hot women in this tiny place?” Prentice asks. He stuffs his hands into his navy bomber jacket pockets the second he gets outside, trying to keep them warm. “Not a chance.”
“Just four will do fine for now,” Victor corrects him. “Ted and the others are on their own.”
Chauncey steps out next, and zips up his dark grey parka. He’s the only one with enough foresight to put winter gloves in his pocket before we flew out from JFK airport. “Good thing Markus, Ted and Jeff are in the limo behind us. So, who wants to make this interesting?”
I jump out of the back seat. “Hell no. We had a deal. No bets this weekend.” I put on my sunglasses to look at the three of them in the brilliant mid-morning sunlight, made that much brighter by the glare of fresh snow covering the frozen Lake Tahoe ground. I’m getting tired of this endless string of wagers we all end up making with one another. Unless I’m the winner, which has been happening less often lately.
Prentice shakes his head. “You’re partly to blame for this lack of entertainment fiasco, Carter. Since when do we let the kid organize these trips?”
“Kid?” I repeat, because he’s talking about my younger brother, who’s not that much younger. “He’s twenty-five. That’s at least five years older than we were when we started coming up here.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Prentice grins. “What are we betting, Chauncey?”
Chauncey starts heading toward the front door of the diner. “More pussy. What else?”
“There’s still enough time to fly to Vegas and get there before happy hour ends,” Prentice suggests.
I turn as the second limo approaches and comes to a stop. It’s carrying Ted, Markus and Jeff. Malcolm is supposed to be with us, but he’s indisposed with his new tree-hugger girlfriend, Riley. He’s promised to bring her up for a day or two, but I won’t hold my breath. Angelo and his brothers, Dominic and Franko aren’t coming this time, on account of their big Italian homecoming in Chicago this year.
Perfect. Everyone is here. We can eat at this little shithole, and head up to the cabin to kick off the start of our annual five-night winter retreat. We start in Lake Tahoe, fly over to Vegas for a couple of days, and if there’s time, we take a day trip to Los Angeles before heading back to New York in time to watch the New Year’s Eve festivities at Times Square.
I just didn’t count on meeting someone like Missy George inside.
Chapter 3
Carter
“Are you fucking serious? This is what happens when we let the little ones organize things.”
Great. Ted is on the bash Victor wagon, which by extension, becomes the bash Carter field day.
“Calm the hell down,” I say, keeping my voice low. “It’s not the end of the world. A few hours until the support crew gets here. We still have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves during this trip.”
“Carter’s right, man. It’s not that big of a deal,” Jeff’s slightly Southern drawl rings out to my right.
Ted is having a hissy fit for some unknown reason. “Not that big a deal, huh? How are we supposed to get comfortable? Is the lodge even open right now? Has it been aired out? Are the sheets changed? Come on.”
Ted’s rant is not wasted on me. It’s a goddamned inconvenience that my brother has screwed up the scheduling for our time away. We’ve hosted the kickoff of these Christmas season retreats at Victor and my parents’ ski lodge in Lake Tahoe for years. This is the first time ever that Victor has been left on his own to organize everything. He’s the youngest official clubhouse member among the eight of us, not including Angelo’s younger brother, Franko. All along, Victor has been saying he’s working hard at covering all the bases. Covering the bases, my ass. He hardly takes anything seriously. The only thing he does right is to set up DJ Sophie B, the hottest, sexiest female DJ around, who’s handling the music. But this DJ happens to be the twin sister of Angelo’s girlfriend, Paige, so it’s probably Angelo who deserves to get the credit for it.
Beyond that, Victor has his head up his ass. He screws up the plans primarily by having us fly in ten hours before the staff and entertainment arrive,
instead of ten hours after. That means nothing is set up at the lodge. Cooking, cleaning, getting into bikini thongs, that sort of thing.
Ted finally looks around and gets a grip. “It’ll be fine. There’s plenty for us to do up here to keep ourselves occupied.”
I nod. “Skiing, snowboarding and chasing tail. More than enough.”
“So we’re stopping at this dive because?” he asks, pointing at the front window of the diner, where Chauncey is standing with his hands and face pressed to the glass.
“We’ll have to wait a while for food. No staff at the lodge, remember?”
“Right.”
“It’s all lumberjack plaid and mullets in there,” Chauncey grumbles.
“It can’t be any worse than the way Shawna’s got your balls in a vice with the divorce thing. Stop acting like a little bitch.”