“Bring me whatever your favorite is,” I ordered, not even glancing at the menu. “A side of fries and a Manhattan.”
She paused, her hand going to her notebook.
“Anything else I can get you?”
Yes. You. Clothes off. Bent over the table. Everyone else gone.
I hummed and looked her up and down. Her uniform was stained, no doubt from a long day of work. She was shifting side to side, which told me her feet were hurting from standing for so long.
“How’s the lobster?” I asked.
“Customers seem to like it.”
“Then add that,” I said. “And make it quick. I’m starving.”
She nodded and turned. I watched as she disappeared to an area where several other waitresses were inputting their orders and paid attention as some of her coworkers came up to talk to her, no doubt asking her about me.
When her face started to redden, I felt happier than I had in days.
She ducked out of sight a few moments later, and it allowed me to take a look at my phone for a few minutes. I had about thirty new emails, half of them requesting a response ASAP. I started tapping through them one by one, replying as needed.
Stepping away from the office wasn’t easy. Especially when the company was getting more and more attention.
I almost missed Pearl setting down my plates in front of me.Almost.There was no chance this woman even breathed without me noticing it. I wouldn’t lose her again.
I looked up just as she gave me a sheepish smile.
“If that’s all, I need to go tend to my other tables?—”
“I said we needed to talk, didn’t I?” I asked, grabbing the drink from the table and taking a slow sip.
Heat coated my throat, and a slight sweetness danced across my taste buds.Not half bad.
“There’s nothing left to talk about,” she replied under her breath. “Now, if you’ll excuse me?—”
“Making a habit of running away, aren’t you?”
This stopped her in her tracks just as I was taken back to her words that night.Yes. I’m running away. I have nothing else keeping me here.
Maybe she was thinking the same thing, because anger pricked at her expression.
There she is.Sometimes it took a bit of a push, but I knew my Pearl was hiding in there.
“I’m not running.”
I smirked at her and placed my drink back down.
“Are you sure there’s nothing we need to talk about?” I leaned forward but didn’t lower my voice. “Have you forgotten how my tongue felt against your cunt? Don’t tell me you didn’t want it because you were screaming?—”
Pearl clapped her hand over my mouth, her gaze cutting over her shoulder just in case anyone heard that.
“Oh my god! Stop. Iworkhere.”
“I’ll stop if you sit down with me,” I said, my words muffled against her hand.
The childish side of me was happy she was even touching me to begin with. The crueler side of me wanted to embarrass her in front of them so she wouldn’t ever doubt who she belonged to.
Wait… Why am I holding back?
