The Pretender and The Prince novel Chapter 11

Ondine was clearing the last table, ready to head home for the night, when her boss, Sampson, stumbled toward her, reeking of alcohol.

“Ondine,” he slurred, his eyes raking over her body. “How about you and me go for a little drive after work?”

“I’m finished, sir,” she said, untying her apron. “I’m heading out now.”

Sampson reached out to grab her, his boozy breath making her feel sick. “Ondine, you’re so beautiful. If you were with me, I’d give you eight thousand a month for living expenses. You wouldn’t have to work these crappy jobs anymore. What do you say?”

She sidestepped his clumsy advance. “Sir, please have some self-respect.”

“Hey, don’t hold that time I yelled at you against me,” he said, his eyes fixated on her. “My wife was standing right there. I had to say that.”

Ondine placed her folded apron on a counter. “My shift is over. I’m leaving.”

“Hey, don’t go! I’m talking to you!” Sampson lunged for her again.

She ignored him and walked toward the door, but he suddenly turned vicious.

“Don’t you play innocent with me,” he spat. “It’s your lucky day that I’m even interested. A poor student like you should be grateful for an offer like this.”

The old man grabbed her wrist, his other hand reaching for her chest.

Ondine panicked, blocking his hand. “If you don’t stop, I’m calling the police!”

“Call them after I’ve had my fun!” he sneered, his face a grotesque mask of lust. He lunged at her like a predator.

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