Description : Love, Lust & A Millionaire
“Delilah, wake up! You’re going to be late for work again.”
I opened my eyes. Jenny, my roommate, was staring down at me. “Remember what Frank said? He said he’d fire you if you were late again!”
“Shit.” I grabbed my phone from the coffee table. It was eight-thirty. Double shit. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” I jumped up from the couch.
“I did and you said you were getting up. I just got back from my run.”
I ran into the bathroom, dabbed some toothpaste on my toothbrush, and vigorously brushed my teeth as I ran to my bedroom, picking up yesterday’s jeans off the floor, throwing them on, and grabbing the red t-shirt that displayed “Frank’s Diner” across my chest. After spitting in the sink and rinsing my mouth, I ran a brush through my long, brown hair and threw it up in a ponytail. Tossing my makeup in my purse, I grabbed it and flew out the door. I had exactly ten minutes to get to work. I shouldn’t have been out so late last night, but it couldn’t be helped. I had this perfectly timed. If I ran to work, I would make it there at exactly eight fifty-five. Five minutes early and Frank couldn’t say a word to me. Five minutes to put my makeup on in the bathroom. I was notorious for being late and was put on warning more times than I could count. If I could quit, I would. But I needed this job.
As I ran past Freddie’s fruit stand, Freddie yelled, “Running late again, Delilah.”
“Like always, Freddie.” I smiled.
I looked at my watch as I opened the door to the diner. Yes! It was eight fifty-five.
“We’re busy, Delilah. Get moving,” Frank said in a harsh voice.
“I have five minutes until my shift starts,” I said...