Chapter 17. The Mean Girls

Maverick POV

I reported to work two hours earlier so I could go home and wash my clothes.

“So, where’s your hot and rich boyfriend?” Genesis teased me as she placed down orders on the tray for table five with four women in heavy makeup.

“He’s not my boyfriend, GG.”

She smirked, glancing at my hand. “Not your boyfriend. Perhaps a fiancee or a husband?”

“Just send those orders before Rocco comes and fires us.”

“Fine, but I will grill you with questions about your hot-not-boyfriend. And you barely come home, woman. He must be that good.”

“Oh, my God.” I widened my eyes because I was sure Dallas was listening, and the customers kept coming.

“Don’t mind me, Maverick, but I’m interested if you lost interest in him.” He winked, shocking me more. “I’m into both.”

“Oh. Okay, cowboy.” I laughed as I dropped olives into the Martini.

Genesis came back, still wearing that mischievous smile on her face. “How big he is?”<