Rhaella's POV

“No way,” I heard one of his rich friends say, lounging back in his chair. His eyes slid over me slowly. “Wait, does she actually work here?”

He laughed. “Oh, this night just got interesting.”

I ignored him and stepped closer to the table.

“Hey,” another one snapped his fingers. “Call girl. You gonna take our order, or are you planning to keep staring at us?”

Me?! Call girl?

I placed the menus on the table and waited for each of them to order what they wanted.

“I’m not a call girl,” I said evenly. “These are the menus. Place your order.”

My words only made them grin....