"And I'll have a beef steak with caviar and a side of creamed spinach." One elegantly dressed girl at the table requested, closing her menu and handing it to me as I recorded her order down with a polite smile, feeling Harry's eyes on me the entire time.

He was surprisingly calm, almost too calm after the initial shock wore off his handsome face as he leaned back in his chair, resting an elbow on the arm rest and running his ring clad fingers over his lips as he watched me with an intent look.

I continued to go around the table clockwise, jotting everyone's orders and acting like I didn't feel Harry burning holes in the back of my head with his intense gaze.

"I have a question about this meal, could you substitute the roasted vegetables with something else?" The man besides Harry asked, beckoning me forward as I went by his side, having to wedge myself between him and Harry as I leaned forward slightly to look over his shoulder.

"Oh yeah, definitely. You can substitute it with seasoned, cooked potatoes or-" The rest of my sentence was lodged in my throat, replaced with a shaky inhale at the feel of someone's fingertips gently running up and down the bare skin of my calf since I was wearing the standard black skirt and buttoned skirt uniform.

I eyed Harry from the corner of my vision, watching him stare down at the large menu in his free hand with deep concentration, the high cloth covered table covering his other hand that was gently skimming up my leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his touch as his hand traveled to the back of my thigh.

The man in front of me continued to speak, pointing at the words that seemed jumbled and completely foreign in my eyes when all I could focus on was the soft circular motions Harry's thumb was tracing against my thigh.

I grit my teeth in irritation.

"What about you Harold, see anything you like?" His friend asked with interest, still confused as to what he wanted before Harry simply smiled, placing his menu down.

"I most definitely do." Harry drawled out in a confident voice, the double meaning lying underneath his words reaching me as he finally shifted his eyes back to me, his hand only going higher before I quickly grabbed it, subtly bending his hand backward causing him to let out a quick squeak, covered by a cough before I shoved his hand away.

The way Harry was looking at me however didn't go unnoticed by his piers.

"Waitress, stay here for a bit," Another one of Harry's friends requested with a smirk right as I finished recording everyone's orders, making me pause and give him a look before I walked over to him across from Harry, the menus tucked underneath my arm as they all looked at me.

"I must say, your tattoos are quite interesting." The ginger haired guy patronizingly addressed, giving my skin a quick once over as the girls exchanged looks, trying to suppress their giggles.

Harry's grasp on the fork he was casually playing with tightened, glaring at his friend.

"Thank you." I simply said.

"Now tell me Harry, would you ever sleep with this specimen right her-"

"Yes." Harry quickly answered without a moment's hesitation, cutting the red head off before he could even finish his sentence.

Everyone's jaw at the table completely dropped, including mine.

"If she'd let me of course." He continued to twirl the fork in his hand, the ends of it on the table cloth before his mischievous green eyes flickered up to meet mine from across the table, as if there was no one else but me and him while a smirk played across his lips.

"You'd actually fuck her?" One girl laughed out in disbelief, looking uncomfortable.

Same...

"Yes. Repeatedly, until she begged me she couldn't take it anymore. Other than that, she'd love every damn second of it." Harry said, keeping his gaze on mine, his words sounding more like a promise as I just stood there, completely dumbfounded.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"Wait I changed my mind, could you
substitute the grilled vegetables for scallops." One of Harry's friends suddenly requested in realization, breaking the silence with an awkward raise of his hand.

"Um, yeah, sure." I blinked, distracted as I scrawled down his request while Harry continued to lean back in his chair, watching me with a pleased smirk.

"Jesus Christ Charles this is what happens when you ask these questions at dinner, now everyone's horny." The girl closest to the ginger haired guy hissed in irritation while most of the girls and a few of the guys nodded in agreement.

"I didn't know he'd actually be attracted to her!" Charles blurred out in defense.

"Hey..." I muttered under my breath in offense at his side.

"Well it would be a problem if I wasn't attracted to my girlfriend." Harry casually said, swirling the champagne in his expensive glass before he flickered his stern gaze back to Charles as the entire table gasped.

I pursed my lips and smiled.

"Oh hey..." I trailed out, in a more flirtatious and joking manner, twiddling my fingers at him in a wave when everyone turned their heads to me as Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing, waving his hand back at me across the table.

"Wha- I'm sorry, am I missing something here? She's your girlfriend?" The guy, Kreg, sputtered out besides Harry as Harry rose from his chair, standing to his feet towering over the table of people.

"I asked you if you were working here today because I really didn't want you to see this but..." Harry began, his words fading in the air around us before he pushed his tie to the side, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing another shirt underneath.

A shirt with a picture of my face on it.

Where did he even get that picture..

"When did you two even start dating?" One girl asked in confusion.

"Where did you even get that picture of me?" I wondered out loud.

"Can I have one too?" The guy to the left of me asked afterwards.

"Mentally, in my head we've been dating for a while." Harry admitted with a straight face, pointing at his friend before moving his finger to me.

"Not important." He answered my question before then turning to the guy besides me.

"And fuck no you can't have a shirt of my girlfriend's face Gerald you creepy fuck." Harry made a face, causing Gerald to sink in his seat in disappointment.

I subtly shifted away from Gerald.

"I was going to tell all you guys who I was with since you're all my close friends and I wanted you guys to be fucking polite when you meet her." Harry's voice came out harsh by the end of his claim as he smacked a clueless Kreg upside the head, almost making the man's glass of wine topple in his grasp.

"Hey! Charles was the one who wanted to embarrass your girl not me!" Kreg pointed out, cradling the back of his head.

Harry and Charles locked gazes from across the table.

"You can't reach me." Charles whispered with an apprehensive look.

Harry looked at me where I was standing right besides Charles.

"Vee." Harry said, giving me an air high five that I caught with my raised hand before bringing it down and smacking Charles upside the head.

"This isn't even fair though, you're the one who made the rule, because of you I had to break up with Raul." One brunette snapped in irritation, directing her glare at Harry who slowly turned his head to look at her.

"Oh yeah, forgot I invited you." He said.

"Yeah and thanks to you Maria vacuums all my fluffy morning slippers. Why doesn't your rule apply to you." Charles surprisingly spoke up, looking just as vexed as I glanced between them and Harry who slowly sat back down, keeping his lips shut and eyes wide as he stared back at me.

"What rule?" I asked, causing Harry's body to stiffen even more.

"Everyone pretend like she's not even here and maybe she'll leave." Harry whispered at everyone at the table with a cautious raise of his hands before I leaned forward.

"What rule." I repeated myself, my tone sounding more like a demand the second time around as everyone just sat the table, frozen like mannequins.

"If no one tells me what the rule is I'm cancelling all of your meals." I threatened in a calm voice.

"It's the rule in our group where none of us can be involved with anyone who's poor with low status!" Kreg blurted as Harry finally blinked and snapped his head to his heaving friend.

"What the fuck Kreg!" Harry snapped.

"I'm sorry but I'm hungry!" Kreg cried back.

"I think I can guess who made that rule up." I assumed, crossing my arms over my chest as Harry gawked at me, placing his hand over his heart.

"Baby, I am truly wounded you'd have such little faith in me." Harry winced as if he had been shot while I continued to stare at him with a blank expression.

When he noticed I wasn't taking his bait he quickly dropped his act.

"Okay, okay so maybe I did make that rule up- but-but-" He raised his pointer fingers up quickly but I was already heading for the kitchen, remembering that I still had a table of people to feed.

Once I had delivered the written orders to the kitchen, I saw Harry slowly peek his head into the servant quarters, looking at me with wide cautious eyes.

"Are you mad." He whispered, not knowing if he should fully step inside, as if expecting me to blow up like a TNT and attack him with the nearest kitchen knife in reach.

I rested one hand on the counter in front of me, turning to face him with my other hand on my hip as he eyed my stance.

"I'm wearing a shirt with your face on it. Please don't be mad." He added like a sorrowful child.

"I'm not mad." I truthfully told him, making him blink before I gestured him to come forward, raising my arms for him causing a tender smile to appear over his face as he quickly stopped hiding behind the door and walked over to me, pausing in his tracks a few feet away with a wide eyed look.

"Last time you said you weren't mad it was about Polly and I and you kept running away from me. This is a trap isn't it, like your peanut butter chocolate waffle sandwich you made me." Harry pointed at me with an accusing tone.

"I'm really not mad, I promise." I let out a light laugh at his unsettled expression before I made the move to approach him, engulfing his much taller frame in my arms.

"Disappointed, maybe a little, but there's no point in getting mad at you for something I can't change. What you did, I can't unchange and you can't either, but you can fix your attitude now." I told him, stroking his head of hair as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, sighing and nodding his head obediently.

"It was a stupid, stupid rule. I don't know what I was thinking." He admitted, his voice muffled against my neck and lips grazing my skin before I pulled away, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.

"Thank you for announcing the truth back there. I'm very proud of you." I admitted, caressing his face as he held my wrist to keep my hand over his cheek while he smiled.

"Join me and my friends for dinner. I can't just sit there and have my girlfriend serve everyone." Harry said in a soft voice, leaning into my touch.

"I'm working." I told him, retracting back with a small smile when I saw the pout on his face.

"Then I'll help." He shrugged in response as I raised my brow at him.

"Have you ever even served anyone before?" I couldn't help but tease.

"Yeah, I do it all the time to Alan since my comebacks are always better than his." Harry countered with a sly grin before we heard some fake an obnoxious laugh in the kitchen.

"Ha- that's so fucking hilarious. How about you unstick your head from Ron's ass for a moment to come help serve these meals then." Alan said, pushing a tray of food him and the other chefs had made, his white, food stained sleeves rolled up over his arms as Harry looked over the dishes.

"Which one's Kreg's again?" Harry pointed at all of the foods before I gestured to the plate to his left.

Harry leaned his head forward, spitting into the food before grabbing the dish.

"Oh Kreg...." He sang in a high pitched voice, leaving the kitchen as Alan and I exchanged looks.

"Which one's Harry's." Alan asked when Harry had left.

"I'm not telling you." I laughed.

"Wow, protecting your boyfriend I see, fine, be that way." Alan smirked with a shrug, turning and leaving.

"I spat in all of them anyways." Was his last remark before he turned around the corner, his casual whistling fading in the back while I eyed the food, not sure if he was joking or not.

Surprisingly, by the end of the dinner Harry had somehow got me to sit in his seat while he left to use the bathroom, leaving me with his friends.

Currently, I had no idea what I was doing.

"So does Harry turn you on or what?" One of the girls asked with interest as I just sat there with all their eyes on me.

Currently, I also had no idea why I was doing this.

"Yeah, you had the straightest face when he started talking dirty to you, even Teegan looked like he was going to faint." Charles said, gesturing over to one of the guys at the table who nodded with a mouthful of garlic bread.

"Um yes, well, obviously I'm attracted to Harry-" I began, trying to word this correctly.

"Yeah but does he like, get you going?" Another girl asked with a curious raise of her brow.

"Oh. Yeah he, he get's me going.... he's cute when he tries it's nice-" I said, not mentioning the fact that I also thought Harry would be one of those guys who would cry when he ejaculated because he's all up in his feelings.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing at the thought.

"Oh my god she's laughing." Charles smiled in amusement, exchanging looks with everyone else.

"So I'm guessing Harry isn't the best in bed." The blonde girl assumed with a laugh as my face immediately straightened.

"Oh no, we've never done it- I just. I don't know if it's me personally but with his preppy style and sweater vests and designer belts I just feel like he would be too worried about his outfits getting wrinkles or his hair getting messed up. Also I have this whole scenario of him tying me down with like, his GAP cardigan and sweaters." I rushed out before I could stop myself as everyone laughed.

"She's a hoot!" One girl cried in hysteria.

"That would be Harry though, god the poor guy-" Kreg chuckled, stopping completely and paling drastically at someone he saw behind me.

That someone cleared their throat as my shoulders tended.

I didn't necessarily have to turn to know who exactly this person was.

But I did anyways.

My eyes were immediately greeted with Harry's cross expression, jaw clenched and lips pressed in a firm line as he readjusted the pink sweater tied around his broad shoulders in irritation.

"I stopped to look at the dessert menu and was disappointed to find what I was craving for wasn't on there." He explained his absences through gritted teeth, bearing an unconvincing, passive smile that made everyone in the room sweat.

"Oh wow, I just realized I have to phone Nathanial to bring the limo up front ha-" Charles began with a nervous laughter, looking down at his expensive Rolex and fumbling out of his seat.

"Oh we'll help!" Everyone insisted in unison, the frantic sound of chairs screeching against the floor and rushed footsteps huddling out of the room until it was only Harry, me, and Kreg left at the table.

Kreg was obliviously munching on the breadsticks, smiling at both Harry and I as we stared at him.

"Kreg." Charles stormed back into the room with a tense smile, grabbing his friend by the collar who whined in protest.

"But I'm still hungry!" He cried out before he was dragged out of the restaurant, joining everyone else outside in the cold night.

Now Harry and I were alone.

"Um- hey-"

"Maybe I should complain to your manager about you." Harry was slowly approaching me, as if about to start some type of fight while I rose from my chair, turning to face him.

"Me?" I questioned with a scrunch of my brows.

"I don't appreciate waitresses who mis-inform me and my friends. Funny how the memory of you dripping wet for me against the wall of my hallway completely slipped your mind isn't it?" Harry tilted his head to one side, his chest rising and falling at an uneven pace and it startled me how completely attractive he looked angered.

Wow priorities.

"Harry, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I just-"

"I don't need an apology about that. If you want to say sorry you can apologize for not having vanilla mousse on the dessert menu." He brushed off the subject, pissed off, jade green eyes flickering to the table as he pulled out the chair near me, untying the sweater around his neck and sitting down.

"We have... chocolate mousse if you want a substitute." I informed, not knowing what he was aiming here for as he brought his intense gaze back to mine.

"A substitute." He repeated to himself, his fingers at his lips as his eyes flickered over my body.

"Can I have anything available?" He quirked his head to the side, watching me.

"Yeah." I nodded, feeling an odd tension between us thicken.

I stood there as Harry sighed, undoing his tie, loosening it and rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt over his forearms.

"Lay on the table." He instructed in his deep voice, nodding over at the table in front of him as I gave him a look, glancing at the table before staring back at him.

"You said I could have any substitute for my dessert right?" Harry reiterated, still sounding pissed as he raised his brows at me.

"I mean yeah but-"

"I want you to be the substitute for my dessert." He simply said, as if stating the sky was blue before he reached out and cupped my chin so I couldn't look away from his searing, intense green eyes.

"You wouldn't want me complaining to your manager that their waitress is less than compliant to a customer's request." He said, our faces inches away, my mouth completely dry as he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss over the tattoos on my neck.

"Now, lay down on the table and spread your legs for me."

AN: Ron be like:

BTW let me know when you have your religious days, like Ramadan and that because I was actually going to put smut earlier in the book but I saw a few comments from readers freaking out that they couldn't read it because of Ramadan so I made sure not to put smut on the next update in respect to that.