"The answer is definitely yes," I said. "Watch it like we have a rearview mirror built into our heads."
He snorted softly. "That would be useful right now."
"It would. Come on, we have a few more desserts to make. Then we can get out of here for the night."
I hadn't forgotten about his implied suggestion back home, that he was going to fuck my mouth. I was more than ready for it after the conversation with the detective.
I wasn't going to stop living my life.
CHAPTER 16
HARLOW
As usual when someone has plans, the universe has other plans.
All of the night's customers decided to linger over their cups of coffee for a while, enjoying the conversation and each other's company.
Cass and I had the kitchen cleaned up. I sent Shelly and Yvette home for the night. We could handle cleaning up the last table once the customers finished up and left.
"Should I tell them to leave?" Cass said, looking like he might step over and order them out the door.
"No," I said with a sigh. "Let them enjoy the rest of the evening for a while longer. They'll leave when they're ready."
I'd give them another half an hour before I kicked them out. Part of being a good host meant not being pushy when people were relaxing, even if I had other plans.
"Can you tell them it's an emergency?" He adjusted the front of his pants.
I pressed my chest against his and gave him a kiss. "Is it?"
"Yes," he said, his voice strained. "Unless you want me to pop."
"Not after we just finished cleaning up," I said, with a small laugh.
He gave me a look like he was hoping for more sympathy than that. Truthfully, he might not be the only one who was going to pop. I'd ruined my panties a couple of hours ago.
"You know what Boner would say," he whispered.
"Lingering after dinner is not a good reason to…dispose of someone," I said firmly. "No matter how needy we are."
Cass sighed, but I saw the smile he was trying to hold back. The anticipation. He could wait a little longer, and had no intention of killing my customers. Unless, of course, they came at us first.
I quickly checked on them. Just in case.
They were pushing their chairs back, laughing over something before they headed out the door.
"Thank fuck."Cass said, drawing the words out. He trotted over to lock the door behind them. He even had the presence of mind to pick up the last of the coffee cups and carry them into the kitchen. He had them in the dishwasher and the machine on before he turned to me.
"Now, where were we?"
I leaned back against the counter and regarded him.
"Unless I'm mistaken, we were discussing how frustrated we were."
"That's a good place to start." He stalked toward me, pressed his hands to the countertop on either side of me, boxing me in.
"I’ve been frustrated all night, waiting to get you alone."
"You have?" I cocked my head and gave him an innocent smile. "Why is that?"
