I could be in the background and try to be dependable.
But now…
My dick won’t stay down. It’s why I rushed into the kitchen. I couldn’t control myself.
From the moment she said the word “breast” I was fucked.
That thing has a mind of its own.
Except now I can’t stop thinking about the taste of her skin, the brush of her lips, the smell of that little hollow of her cleavage.
“Sawyer?” She pushes through the door with a handful of order slips.
I press my hips harder against the counter to hide the bulge in my jeans.
It’s embarrassing.
“Hey, sorry I kinda put you on the spot. I didn’t think you’d actually not know what a body shot was.” When she leans over to tack the pages to the board, I can’t help but glance at the flash of skin between the bottom of her tight shirt and the waist of her low slung jeans.
I never noticed that before.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I lower my head to focus on kneading the dough.
“It’s okay,” I mumble, avoiding looking at her.
But then her hot palm lands on my forearm, forcing me to meet her piercing green stare. “No. I hope I didn’t screw things up with you and your girlfriend.”
What?
My face scrunches in confusion. “I don’t have one.”
Why would she think I did?”
Her head tilts as her arms cross her chest.
Geez, that makes her breasts push up. There’s still remnants of salt on the left—
Stop noticing!
“How does a cute, polite, hard working guy like you not have a girl?” The corner of her red lips lifts while she watches me.
Her praise makes me hot inside, suffocatingly.
She thinks I’m cute?
All I can do is shrug.
Her throaty laugh as she leaves makes my nuts tingle.
They never did that before. What the hell is wrong with me?
My face feels like it’s on fire.
By the time the evening rush passes, my groin is finally back to normal.
It takes a little while to get everything cleaned up. It was busier tonight than I’ve been used to, so the kitchen is pretty trashed.
I’m scrubbing the last of the dishes when Val comes back in.
