I scrub up, lathering and soaping down twice, ready to make a good first impression with my new boss today. According to that email, my manager is a Weiss. That’s gotta be someone related to Aurora, no chance that’s a coincidence.
I wonder if it’s her mom. An aunt? Maybe she has a sister.
My interest is piqued, but only for a flash.
There’s someone else that has my interest in this town. I haven’t been able to keep my mind from going to that gardener. It’s been five days, and she’s still on my mind.
Try not to think of her while my hand is too near to my cock, because I don’t have that kind of time this morning.
The way she huffed, scowling at me any time I made a joke. So much attitude, it bubbles out of her. I want round two with her. Another chance to spar, to rile her up and see what she throws back at me.
How her cheeks got all flushed, rosy and delicious, as she got worked up. I wonder if her nipples are the same color. Or her cunt.
She doesn’t melt at my presence, she fights her attraction to me like there’s a cash prize if she comes out on top. It makes me want to win her over. The way she uses words as a weapon does something to me.
Her fire is addicting.
The need for more of her is in my veins, like a bad habit. I’m itching for my next fix.
Thoughts of her keep me company as I dry off, dress, and take the two-minute walk to my new workplace, nothing but my knife set and my phone on me, ready for the day.
I can’t help but hope she’ll be by the restaurant once it’s open. Hell, even before would be great. My cock’s been at attention every damn time her pretty little face crosses my mind, even on this short walk, when I can’t give it some relief.
I’ve got a good imagination, but my dick isn’t fooled. It knows it’s my hand that’s choking it, and not her throat, every night when I come picturing her fierce eyes, the way her breasts pushed up when she crossed her arms. Those thick thighs and that fat ass I wanna bury my face inside of, then my cock.
Ah, fuck, I shouldn’t have gone down that train of thought when I’m in public. Now my soldier’s bobbing against my abs as I yank on my waistband.
I try to get these thin chef pants to hold it in, but it’s not their fault. He’s a downright beast. No fabric this thin stands a chance at keeping him in line when he’s like this. Unwieldy, impossible to control, a head of his own, full of love, and passionate about everything he does, my cock takes after me.
Cazzo, has it been that long since I got laid? This feels a little hornier than usual, even for me. One and a half public stiffies before eight a.m.? Yeah, that’s a little much for a Monday morning.
It’s the gardener girl’s fault, I’m usually not this bad.
Bending my knees a couple times and bouncing, pulling on my pants, I think myself out of this mess I made before there’s no turning back.
Dry chicken.
Well done steak.
The family business.
Yep, that does it.
Thankfully, no one else is on this side of Main Street with me yet, this early in the morning. The end of Main that houses the bar, the wine bar, pizza, ice cream, and the unopened café isn’t exactly a hot spot before breakfast.
Once the situation is under control, I turn back around, checking again to make sure.
Not a single other soul on this stretch.
The instincts drilled into me from a young age, only reinforced by my years in prison, they’re still watching my back for me. A keen awareness of your environment—the people in it, enemies, possible threats—that shit doesn’t go away, even if you’ve been living clean as a civilian for years.
My first read on the street was correct. Only people I see are at the coffee shop, one door down, over on the next block. And a few more even further down and across the street at the bakery. Foamy Heights and Smoky Sweets.
Chuckling once again at the names in this town—they might be hokey, but they’re kind of adorable—I straighten as an older Black man with a mustache appears in the window, walking through the restaurant and opening the door, letting me in.
“I’m Samuel,” he says, voice low and steady, holding out a hand.
Shifting my knives into my left hand, I take it and pump his arm with a shake. “Wilder Amante,amico.”
