Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

this for a week and do it well and we will see about moving you into the dining room. We are short-staffed in there too. Faces like yours aren’t easy to find. Now, get changed and I’ll be waiting to take you out to the drink cart.”

    Two hours later, I’d stopped at all eighteen holes on the golf course twice and sold out of drinks. The golfers all wanted to ask me if I was new and comment on my excellent service. I wasn’t an idiot. I saw the way the older men were leering at me. Thankfully, they all seemed careful not to cross any lines.
    The lady who hired me had finally told me her name when she’d all but pushed me up onto the cart and sent me off. She was Darla Lowry. She was in charge of hiring staff. She was also a whirlwind. She’d told me that I was to return in four hours or when I ran out of drinks, whichever came first. I’d run out of drinks in two hours.
    I walked inside the office and Darla stuck her head out of one of the rooms. “You’re back already?” she asked, walking out with her hands on her hips.
    “Yes ma’am. I ran out of drinks.”
    Her eyebrows shot up, “All of them?”
    I nodded. “Yes. All of them.”
    A smile crossed her stern face and she let out a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned. I knew they’d like you but those horny men were willing to buy whatever you had just to get you to stay longer.”
    I wasn’t sure that was the case. It was hot out there. Every time I stopped at a hole the golfers looked relieved.
    “Come on, I’ll show you where to restock. You need to keep serving until the sun goes down. Then come back in here and we will get that paperwork filled out.”

    It was dark by the time I arrived back at Rush’s house. I’d been gone all day. The extra cars in the driveway were now gone. The three-car garage was closed and one expensive red convertible was parked outside of it. I made sure to park my truck out of the way. Rush might have more friends coming over and I didn’t want my truck to be a problem. I was exhausted. I just wanted to go to bed.
    I stopped at the door and wondered if I should knock or just go inside. Rush had said I could stay here for a month. Surely that meant I didn’t have to knock every time I came back.
    I turned the knob and walked inside. The entrance was empty and surprisingly clean. Someone had picked up the mess in here already. The marble floor even looked shiny. I heard a television coming from the large open living room. There wasn’t a lot of other noise. I made my way to the kitchen. I had a bed waiting on me. I’d really like a shower but I hadn’t talked to Rush about which shower I was supposed to use yet and I didn’t want to bother him tonight. I’d just sneak out tomorrow and use the same one I’d used this morning when I woke up tomorrow.
    The smell of garlic and cheese met my nose as I stepped into the kitchen. My stomach growled in response. I had a pack of peanut butter crackers in my purse and a small container of milk that I’d bought at a service station on my way home. I’d made some money today in tips but I couldn’t waste my money on food. I needed to be save everything I could.
    There was a covered pan on the stove and an open wine bottle sitting on the counter. Two plates with the remnants of a tantalizing pasta dish were also on the counter. Rush had company.
    A moan came from outside followed by a loud noise.
    I walked over to the window but as soon as the moon hit the backside of Rush’s naked bottom I froze. It was a very nice naked bottom. A very, very nice one. Although I hadn’t really seen a guy’s naked backside before. I let my eyes travel up his back and the tattoos that covered it surprised me. I couldn’t tell what they were exactly. The moonlight wasn’t enough and he was moving.
    His hips moved back and forth and I noticed the two long legs that he had pressed to his sides. The loud moaning noise came again as he moved faster. I covered my mouth and took a step back. Rush was having sex. Outside. On his porch. I couldn’t turn away from it. His hands grabbed the legs on either side of him and he pushed them open further. A loud cry caused me to jump. Two hands came around his back and long nails clawed at the tattoos that covered the tanned skin.
    I shouldn’t be watching this. Shaking my head to clear it I turned and hurried into the pantry and my hidden bedroom. I couldn’t think about Rush that way. He was sexy enough. Seeing him actually having sex made my