The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Georgia and Alaric had just resettled at their table when the waiter approached with their order. Spotting Georgia in the corridor, he offered a polite, "Miss, your steak..."

Georgia spun around, her eyes blazing with fury at the waiter. Catching sight of the steak tray he carried, her irritation boiled over. She marched forward, swiping the tray from his grasp, exclaiming, "The evening's ruined, why bother eating now? Couldn't you have been a bit quicker?"

The steak, fresh from the grill, tumbled onto the waiter, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain.

Startled and in pain, the waiter stumbled back, dropping the tray with a cry.

The clattering tray narrowly missed Georgia's feet. She instinctively stepped back, glaring at the waiter. "So, it's my fault you're slow? And you dare get mad?" she snapped.

right? Is this the kind of service you offer? Do you have any idea who I am? Could you afford the

was burned red, trembling from the pain, but he hastily responded, "Miss,

delay caused my husband to leave without eating. You've ruined our evening! How do you

the mess before scolding the

his head down, the waiter

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a respectful tone, "Ms. Whitman, please, let's calm down. We'll

have made everything right, and now he's gone, our relationship more strained than ever. All because of your waiter! Besides kneeling and apologizing, I expect

for $20,000, looked up in shock and