FAZER LOGINAva's new risqué job brought Thom into her life. The hot brown-eyed, blonde swept her feet right out from underneath her. He was a dream that took her breath away and made her world spiral in a whole new direction. She was awful at keeping secrets but Thom was one secret she had to keep. How could she tell the world she was sleeping with her boss? Business magnate, Thom Dupont had everything a forty-seven-year-old man could wish for, fast cars and even faster women that fell at his feet on a regular basis. But none of the notches on his bedpost had made his body react like the new waitress at his club, Ava Leigh. She was different and he fell for her the minute he laid eyes on her. Ava thought she had everything juggled and hidden perfectly, until Thom showed up in the same hotel she was vacationing at and she realised just how right she had been to keep him a secret. He was a secret so wrong that she risked losing everything.
Ver mais“Oh, that’s cute. Better in white, though, or cream.”Ava looked at the off the shoulder slouch sweater, on the clothing store rail. She had immediately picked up black, rather than one of the other colours. Black was her go-to for practically everything.“Cream, it is, then.”“Wait, it’s for you? Seriously? But you never have your bra strap on show.”Ava laughed at the shock on Sophie’s face. It was true. She had hated having her underwear on show, but now she didn’t mind at all.“I can go without. It’s not like I need the hold, to be fair. Not with what I’m rocking up top. Besides, there are strapless now,” Ava said.She started flicking through a rail of skinny jeans, completely unaware of Sophie, staring at her, mouth agape in complete shock. Ava picked out a black pair and held them up, examining them against the sweater.
“Thom! When did you fly in?”Thom smiled at Clara as she jumped up from the seat behind the desk.“Yesterday. Just had to pop by and see my beautiful Headmistress and her ladies,” he said, placing his arm over her shoulder as they walked to the staircase.“Is he in?”“Always. Sometimes I wonder if he actually goes home. Shall I get Robert to fetch you up a bottle?”“That would be lovely, Clara. Thank you,” he told her, warmly.He had missed The Bike Shed, and as he made his way up the wooden stairs, he looked out at the club.“Home, at last,” he smiled.Gully was in his office, scribbling away at a note pad. Thom noticed he had added a few touches to the décor. Sequined cushions sat on the small corner sofa, a vase with a single red rose was placed in the centre of the glass-topped coffee table and there was anew
Walking into the BBQ Hut, Ava instantly spotted the back of Sophie. She didn’t need to see the face of the blonde, sitting at the table by the window with her back to the door, to know that it was Sophie. Ava could tell by the way the waiter’s jaw was practically on the floor spilling saliva as he drooled over her best friend. It happened everywhere. University, clubs, parks and even the gym. Especially the gym. Ava couldn’t blame the waiter. Sophie was gorgeous. As Ava walked towards them on feet that were still sore from the night before, she felt a twinge of guilt at hearing the waiter offer his number. Sophie was never going to call. She never did.“Hey. Mind if I cut in?”“Ava!” Sophie exclaimed. “How the hell are you? Is that makeup? It totally is! Who is he?”The waiter was totally forgotten about as Sophie released Ava from the squeeze.“Share platter, please and a cap
Chapter FiveAva's hands shook as she fumbled with a button on her blouse and she blew out, trying to force the fear out of her.It was her first shift and she was a bag of nerves.“Here, let me show you how to tie, rather than button. It looks so much hotter tied,” Rachel offered, striding over to her in heels like sky scrapers, that should have been impossible to walk in.“I’m shaking like a bastard leaf, Rachel. I can’t serve drinks like this. The clients, are going to be wearing more than they drink at this rate.”“Calm down. You’ll be fine, Ava. Honestly. I can guarantee that nobody would bat an eyelid if you spilled anything on them. Not with how you look. Are you sure you don’t want me to teach you how to dance? Those pins on that pole.”“Forget her legs on that pole. I’d have them around my head, if she’d let me, Rache.”“Jo, what h





