Continuing our rhythm, I let Jensen lead doing all the tasks she asks then trying to fill in where I can. When I finish sweeping, I find her wiping down the bottles.
Grabbing a rag, I walk up next to her. “Where’d you start?”
She lifts her bottle to the right. “From there to here is done. There’s really not too much left.”
“Great.” I step around her and go to the far left side. “Meet you in the middle.”
She nods, and an ever-so-slight smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Hey, want a cherry? I may steal one or two every night.” Putting her bottle back, she pulls out two cherries from the container.
“Wouldn’t say no to one.” Taking it from her, I bite off the sweet fruit, but don’t throw away the stem just yet.
Finally meeting Jensen on the bottles, I pop the stem in my mouth. “All done?” I ask.
“Think so,” Jensen huffs, but when she looks at me she bites at her lip. Stepping up she takes my hat off and turns it back around to the front. I hadn’t even realized I turned it around while cleaning. “Quit doing that,” she mumbles under her breath.
“What do you have against my hat being backward?”
Jensen doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move or break eye contact. I’m unsurprisingly now extremely hard. I practically have a semi around her constantly already, but being in her world tonight… Letting her boss me around, and now this…
Leaning forward, I rest my hands on both sides of her, caging Jensen between myself and the bar. The thought of kissing her crosses my mind when she doesn’t push back, but instead, I finish tying off the stem in my mouth then hold it between my teeth.
I mark the rise and fall of her chest. Locking on to her amber eyes, I watch as they run down my face and focus on the tied stem.
After two seconds they flash back up and she smirks. “Find some originality, Beckham.” She holds out her tongue showing off her own tied stem.
Holy shit, I could come in my pants from that alone.
“Fuck, Jensen,” I rasp out.
Jensen’s hands land on my chest, and I’m fully prepared for her to push me back, but she doesn’t—she’s just touching me.
You know what? Fuck it.
My hands move to the small of her back and I lean?—
“So, how’d it go?” Mia’s voice registers to the both of us at the same time. Jensen’s touch turns into a push, but I’m already jumping back. “Ope, was I interrupting?”
“No!” Jensen snaps. “I mean, no, we’re done closing up.”
“Oh, okay.” Mia folds her lips together for a moment, looking back and forth between the both of us. “You’re good to go. I have everything under control here.”
Jensen takes several healthy steps away from me then grabs her coat and bag. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Lock the door behind me?” She nods to Mia but doesn’t wait for her acknowledgement.
She makes it halfway to the door, and my brain finally catches up with my dick.
“Jensen,” I call after her, but she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t even slow down.
My feet finally start to move, and I holler for her again.
Mia scrunches her face and mouths,sorry, as I pass her by, but I don’t waste any time responding.
“Jensen!” I yell again once I hit the sidewalk. “Wait up!”
She doesn’t bother stopping. “I’ll meet you back at the house, Beck.”
Kicking my ass up a gear I finally catch up to her. “Jen, I know you could outrun me if you really wanted to, but ride home with me. We’re both going to the same place.”
“No, I’m not leaving my car here.”
