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"Oh God, yes!" Mercedes screamed out as her body twisted and thrust up to meet the awaiting tongue. "Fuck just like that!" She encouraged as the man currently between her legs lifted one to his shoulder while the elevator rocked. He was indeed very good with his tongue. She closed her eyes as stars burst in the darkness, cumming hard and fast; the man didn't let up, and she didn't want him to. Sam was definitely a man who knew his way around a woman's body and how to make the most of their time.
"I love making this side of you come out." He praised as he swirled his tongue around her core.
The lights flickered on as the elevator rocked, but she didn't care; Sam was making her scream and scratch at the walls, wanting him to let her breathe but wanting that second orgasm.
"Can I have you, Mercy?" Sam asked through hooded lashes, ones far too long for a man but seemed to work for him.
Coming down from her second orgasm, she nodded. "Yes! Take me now."
If she had the sense God gave her, she would have realized that they were still in an elevator and didn't know when it was going to start moving. However, she didn't care, and as Sam wrapped her thighs around his back and pushed into her in one swift motion.
With Sam thrusting hard inside of her, neither noticed the elevator move. Sam gripped her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck, screaming his name as he cried out hers. Had either of them looked anywhere other than at each other, they would have realized the elevator had reached the top floor and the doors were opened.
Four Months Ago
"We are closed!" Mercedes yelled out from the bar as a group of four guys walked into the place.
"The sign says open til midnight, and it's only Eleven thirty. The taller of the men stated.
Mercedes sighed, looking over to her bar mate Santana. "You can go, San; I got this."
"I'll lock up the back, get T to do all registers but yours, and then we will help get rid of them." Santana said, removing her apron. "Holla, if you need assistance, they look…off."
Mercedes nodded as the men took a seat in a booth across from the bar. "Are you fellas really doing this to me thirty minutes before my shift ends?" Mercedes questioned; she hated when they did that; people who came in like that were usually bad tippers.
As they took a seat, another man walked over to her and smirked, looking Mercedes up and down with a predatory stare. She raised an eyebrow, and it wasn't the first time a man looked at her in the Uniform that Will made them wear, short black skirts and a white blouse that fit snugly right around their breasts. "Hey, hot momma, how about you help my friends and me out, and maybe I will give you a ride on the Puck Train tonight."
Mercedes glared at him; he was very hot in a Zac Efron kind of way, and had he not opened his mouth, she might have given him a chance.
"Puck Train? Honey, I wouldn't ride that thing even if you bathed in sanitizer." She spat.
His friends who were eavesdropping got a huge laugh out of that. "What can I get you guys to drink?"
The tallest of the men leaned forward. "We are new in town and are celebrating, so what would you recommend?"
"A different bar, maybe?"
"Oh, she's quick." Came a voice from behind her. "Let me guess, Puck tried and failed, and now she's annoyed with all of us?"
Mercedes turned and stopped dead in her tracks; sparkling green eyes, and a gorgeous goatee-covered lopsided smile had her weak in the knees, but she wasn't one to allow herself to get caught up.
"I suppose you are one of them?"
He licked his lips and moved closer to her. "I'd like to think I am my own man, and I'm Pr-Sam, just Sam."
"Okay, Just Sam, you think you and your friends can order so I can close this place?"
Sam moved closer to her. "A good server at least gives her customers her name."
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You know what? I will get you all a round of beers and burgers." With that, she turned and walked away.
Sam watched her walk away as he moved to sit next to Finn. "Damn…that is a real-world woman right there."
Puck laughed, shaking his head. "Sam? Really?"
"My name is Sam! It's what my family calls me."
"Your name is Prince Samuel Dwight Evans from Cordova!" Stevie said, staring at him. "Named by the King, our father."
"I don't have to be, not here. Maybe while we are here, I am just Sam."
Blaine sighed. "I think he wants to find someone who actually likes him for him and not for his Crown, though I don't see the problem. You and Lady Quinn are set to be married anyways."
Sam sighed. "An arranged marriage, not one I would pick for myself."
Finn sat back. "So you just want to pretend we aren't here for diplomatic reasons?"
"Why can't we? As soon as we head back to Cordova, I am going to be crowned King as my father steps down and marry someone, probably Quinn. My whole life is planned from there. So why can't we mix a bit of pleasure in on this trip?" Sam said as he watched Mercedes walk towards them.
"Here you go, Five Beers…though I'm gonna need to see that one's ID." She said, pointing to Stevie.
"You don't believe I am twenty-one?" He asked.
"I believe you want me to believe you are."
Stevie pulled out his wallet, and Puck smirked. "You don't wanna see my ID?"
"I don't want to see anything you have to offer." She said quickly as she took Stevie's card. Luckily for them, they all got United States IDs for all the traveling they were going to do. "Thanks, the burgers will be right out." She said, walking away without even giving them a chance.
Sam looked after her. "I am here for ten weeks and want to make the most of it."
"You mean you want to get as much tail as possible before you get wifed up." Puck laughed.
"No!" Sam said. "Maybe I just want to have a conversation, not about policy or peace treaties. I want to believe that there is more to this world than just my duties as the future King of Cordova."
"Here you are, gentlemen, five of our best burgers; I should know I cooked them," Mercedes said, holding a tray. Sam immediately stood to help her pass the plates out.
She looked at Sam. "Thanks."
"Ohhhh, burger and fries…gotta love America." Finn beamed.
Sam smirked at her. "You know I am very selective about the burgers I eat; what's so good about this one?"
She shook her head. "Eat it, don't eat. I am still charging you for it."
"I am just asking." He said, holding up his hands.
She shifted the tray. "Burgers are cooked with real Angus beef; I use two types of cheese, America, and Provolone. Then I top it with sauteed onions, lettuce, and tomatoes. I toast the bun, and there you go. Now excuse me."
"Impressive." Sam laughed. "Sounds delicious."
"Dude, she's just a waitress; I bet she didn't even cook this. She just wants a better tip." Puck mumbled.
"Just a waitress? I am more than a damn waitress, not that there is anything wrong with being one! Who else would bring you any food? And not that I have anything to prove to you, but I started working here right out of high school as a waitress and worked my way up to the manager, but not before working as a chef temporarily. We were close to closing, so I let the chef leave early. Stop getting all pissy because your lame-ass pick-up lines didn't work. You wanna know why they didn't? It's because I am a grown-ass woman who deserves better than being picked up by some sleazy guy who wants to get between my thighs. One who probably doesn't even know what to do with a woman like me!"
With that, Mercedes turned and walked away. As Sam stared after her, the table erupted into laughs.
Sam took a bite of his burger and smiled widely. "Smart can hold her own and can throw down in the kitchen…."
"Sam, don't even go there. It would help if you focused on getting the diplomats to sign the peace treaty right now. It's the only reason we are here in Ohio. And did it have to be Ohio? I mean, what exactly does this place have to offer?" Blaine said, eating a fry.
"It neutral territory; we have never traded with the states, and with diplomats from DC, Texas, and LA coming, plus us from Cordova and a few from Waverly and London, we needed a location where no one felt like they were one upping another. Father felt this was the place to do it, and I, for one, am glad."
Mercedes looked at the clock, it was quarter after twelve, and she was ready for them all to leave. Walking over to the table, she smiled. "How are we looking over here?" Mercedes asked as she stepped towards them.
"This is by far the best burger I have ever tasted in my life." Finn said before taking the last bite of his burger.
"Finn is right; it's amazing," Stevie said. "You are very well versed in cooking, I assume?"
Mercedes chewed her bottom lip. "My mom used to be a chef and taught me everything she knows. Anyways here is your bill; the tip is not included." She placed the bill down. "Let me know if you would like to go bags."
Sam smiled. "So, is this your way of kicking us out?"
"We closed twenty-five minutes ago, and I have a staff that would like to leave. So yes, this is my way of telling you it's time to go. You don't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell out of here." She said sweetly.
Sam looked at the guys and nodded for them to start wrapping up their food. "We will be done here soon, and thank you."
She offered him a small smile and nodded as she walked away. Sam reached into his pocket, pulling out his US Cash. "Everyone, leave her a tip."
"I got a tip for her when a handsome man flirts with her, flirt back." Puck said, finishing his drink.
Sam glared at him. "Get over yourself. She doesn't want you; she's a working woman; can't you respect that."
"Damn, Sam didn't take you for a bleeding heart." Puck mumbled.
Shaking his head, Sam pulled out a twenty.
"Here are a few to-go trays." Tina, a young waitress, said smiling. "Mercedes asked me to bring it out to you."
Sam glanced behind her to see Mercedes at the register. "Tell her thanks. We should be out of your hair soon."
Tina nodded and walked away as Finn looked at her, then glanced at Mercedes and the other woman. "Are all the women here just short and cute?"
Sam stood watching as Blaine, Stevie, and Finn all placed twenties on the table as they boxed up the rest of their meal. He looked at Puck, who stood and placed a ten down, then walked out the door in a huff. Sam gathered the bills and check and walked over to the bartop.
"Here," Sam said with a smile.
Mercedes looked up at him and took the bill. "Ninety dollars for a sixty-dollar check?"
"We decided you deserved that tip on the fact that you survived dealing with Puck alone."
She laughed, shaking her head. "I deal with at least ten of him every night, and it's fine, really." She said, closing out his tab.
Sam bounced on the balls of his feet with his hands shoved in his pockets. "So, umm, if I were to show up here later today…would you be working?"
She looked at him. "I would."
Sam nodded. "So if I came up here, what would be the best time…to, you know, get to know you?"
She licked her lips, putting the check down on the bar top. "Why?"
"Why?" He asked, taken aback.
"Yes, why? Men don't come up to me just to get to know me. They may have a different approach, but it's still the same, so if you are here trying to get some like your friend. Well, I am not that kind of girl. Move along."
Sam smirked. "Move along? You don't know me; I could be a wealthy heir looking for a bride."
She shrugged. "Then you should look elsewhere."
"Oh, it's like that?"
Mercedes smiled. "Have a good night."
"I can't. You haven't even given me your name, and since you don't have a name tag, I can't even begin to guess." Sam said.
She stopped tapping the keys and looked at him. "You aren't going to let this go, are you?"
"No. So give me your name."
She huffed. "Elsa."
Sam snorted. "And let me guess, that's Anna back there giving me the stink eye?"
Mercedes looked behind her to see Santana staring at them. "Her? Oh no, that is Jasmine."
Sam laughed. "Fine, you win this round. Goodnight, Elsa."
Sam walked out of the bar, and Santana moved closer to her. "Seems you have an admirer."
"Sucks to be him. The register is closed out; you ready to go home?"
"Yeah, so you really don't care that, that fine piece of meat is into you."
"Men are dogs, San; my father was a dog, my brother was a dog, and all my exes were dogs. I attract them, so what makes you think that man is different?"
Santana shrugged. "I don't know. He seems different."
Mercedes frowned. "They all do at first."
Santana sighed. "Mercedes, what they did to you…your parents thought it was what was best."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, moving towards the door, waiting for her best friend so she could lock up. "Drop it, San, it's in the past. Now I made us some extra burgers; let's get home and watch something that's totally bad for us."
"No, we can not waste time going back there! We have been in meetings all day, and I just want to go back to the room and relax." Puck said, groaning.
"Then go, but I am going to see her."
Puck shook his head. "Sam come on, man, it's my responsibility to go where you go. I can not and will not leave you by yourself, but I also can not sit here and let you get involved when you have a fiancee waiting for you back in the Kingdom."
Sam turned to Puck, loosening his tie. "Since when are you loyal to anyone but yourself?"
"Sam, it was expressed upon me that when you become King, I will be under review to take over as the head of your security. I need to prove that I can do this. And letting you run off with what amounts to be a misplaced need for lust isn't a good start."
"I'm sorry, you seem to think I answer to you." Sam said, turning to him, standing at his full height. "I am Prince of Cardova; I outrank you in our military and in royal standing. Now I am going to see her, you can come, or you can go. I really don't give a shit, just don't get in my way." Sam tugged off his tie and walked towards the car.
Puck sighed, following after him. "Sam, I can't do my job if you act like this."
"You know what, I am going to take Blaine with me today; you go back to the hotel and relax."
"Take me where?" Blaine said as he entered the car in front of Finn and Stevie.
"I am going back to the bar." Sam said with resolve. "Puck is going back to the hotel."
"You know what? Those burgers were bussin', so I am down." Finn said.
Stevie snorted, rolling his eyes. "Finn, you need to lay off the tictok; you sound like an idiot. But I am down too; I wanna see Sam in action."
Blaine sighed. "Fine, I will go."
Puck shook his head. "You guys are putting our lives in jeopardy, and for what? Some ass?"
Sam sighed. "You have made your position clear, and we are going to drop you off when we go change."
Puck folded his arms, leaning into Blaine as Sam looked out the window. "You are his best friend! Talk some sense into him."
"Drop it, Puck; Sam is gonna do what he wants, and I am happy to see him get out there and try new things."
Puck rolled his eyes, sitting back and watching Sam; he knew he had to report this back; he shouldn't be going out and sowing his wild oats while his future wife is back home, and he could put everything they had all built in jeopardy.
Mercedes tried her best to keep her eyes from drifting to the door. It wasn't that she wanted him to show up, or at least that is what she told herself. But the truth was she couldn't get Sam out of her mind.
"Okay, why are you staring at that door?" Sebastian asked. He was the one man in her life that she knew she could rely on; they met her first day working at the bar and had been close ever since.
"What?" Mercedes said, looking over at him.
"She's looking for the guy who came in and hit on her last night. He said he would show up today." Santana said, wiping down the bar.
"And I told him not to. So it seems he listened."
The door opened, and all three turned to the door, but when a woman walked in, they looked back at each other.
"She told him not to return, but her ass was flirting with him. Even gave him a fake name knowing he would come back looking for the real one."
"I can fire you, Santana; you know that, right?"
"You could, but then you would be stuck paying rent alone cause I am not moving out."
Mercedes cut her eyes at her. "This is why they say don't shit where you eat." She teased.
"Lord have Mercy, that man is sex on a damn stick." Sebastian said. "Is there a boy band convention in town? Because damn."
Mercedes looked over and saw Sam walk in with his friends from last night. She turned back to Sebastian, trying to fix her hair subtly.
"You not slick, I see you, and your hair is fine, babe." Sebastian said, smirking.
Sam walked over to the counter and leaned on it. "Hello, again, Elsa."
"Elsa? Who the hell am I Kristoff?"
Mercedes laughed. "Uh, no. Jesse is Krisstoff, and you would be…Sven."
"Oh, for real, it's like that?" Sebastian said, faking hurt.
"You know I am teasing."
Sam looked between the two of them, and Sebastian smirked. "You must be Sam; hi, I am Sebastian. Mercedes has not been able to stop talking about you."
"Mercedes?" Sam said smiling.
Mercedes shot Sebastian a look, and he shrugged. "Sven keeps it real. What can I say."
"Keep it up, and I am gonna make you pay for your meal and close out your tab." She warned.
Sebastian laughed, picking up his plate. "In the famous words of Stephanie Judith Tanner…How rude!"
Sam leaned in closer to her. "So you've been talking about me?"
"No. How can I help you?"
"You can let me take you out to dinner."
"You do see I am at work, right?"
"She can go." Santana said, moving next to her.
"No, I can't. I have to lock up." Mercedes said, gritting her teeth.
"I can lock up for you; I am assistant Manager for a reason."
"That reason being you begged me for the job when I was half asleep."
Santana shrugged. "It worked, didn't it? Tuesday is always slow. Just go have fun for once."
"You want me to go alone with a group of men? Are you nuts?"
"I'll volunteer as Tribute," Sebastian said, walking over to them. "I will go and be your guide keeping everyone else busy."
"Merce! Mercedes, I need your help!" Jane said, running into the bar.
Mercedes looked past Sam and frowned. Jane was like a sister to her; if she were upset, Mercedes would do her best to help her. "Jane, what's wrong?"
"My mom spent my check for my books for rent. Merce, I was counting on that check to get them because I can't fall behind." Jane said, shaking her head. "I have to get my books today. Is there any way I can get an advance or something?"
"How much do you need?"
"Like five hundred. I promise I will work overtime and doubles to pay it back."
Mercedes shook her head; she moved to her purse and pulled out a card. "Here, you can use my emergency debit card and put the books on it."
"Merce, no, you saving for a new car; I can't take your moment."
"You can and will. You are in your last semester of school, and I won't have you working doubles and overtime when you need to be focusing. We are all proud of you, Jane; you are well on your way to being a kick-ass surgeon. Go get your books. Pay me back by graduating."
Jane hopped over the bartop hugging Mercedes. "You are better to me than anyone in my family."
"That is because I am your family. We don't have to be blood to be family."
Jane walked back around the bar, stopping when she noticed Sam, Blaine, Stevie, and Finn. "Did a boy band get back together or something?"
"That's what I said." Sebastian laughed.
Stevie moved forward. "My name is Steven. May I use your phone?"
She raised an eyebrow. "My phone? Why?"
"Because you are the most breathtaking woman I have ever seen, and I promised my mother I would call her the moment I fell in love."
Jane looked at Mercedes. "Is he for real?"
Mercedes looked at Sam. "Let me guess, that's your brother?"
"What gave it away." Sam said smiling.
"Besides the fact he looks just like you? He's just as cocky. Do women usually fall for those lines?"
Sam laughed, "Truthfully, I never needed to try; women tend to come to us."
Stevie smiled. "Can you blame them?"
Jane rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I owe you, Mercedes. Thank you so much. I will get this card back to you."
Mercedes smiled. "Just keep it. In case you need anything else."
"So, about that date?" Stevie asked, moving back into her view.
"Date? Boy, I don't know you from Adam! I gotta go."
Jane walked away, and Stevie smiled. "I am gonna marry that woman. I love Ohio."
"I know the feeling." Sam said as he smiled, turning back to Mercedes. "So what do you say? Wanna go out with me?"
Mercedes frowned. "Look I…I am flattered, but it's not gonna happen; I am not looking for a relationship."
"Neither am I, but I feel like I would regret not getting to know you. Take a chance on me. Please."