Jo
Today was going to be rough. I could still feel last night's adventure between my legs and damn if it didn't make me want to find him again and go another round.
That never happened to me before.
I was a one-and-done kind of woman. Some would even call me aggressive, but hell, if men could have meaningless sex, then so could a woman.
So what if I drove into the city every few months and found random men to have a one-night stand with? That was my prerogative. It was better than having sex with the men in this town, who all wanted to settle down.
Not to mention I had known most of them since I was in diapers, and there wasn't a single one of them who sparked my interest.
Nope, I was the kind of woman who needed anonymity. I needed to set down the rules and have them followed to a T. Then after the deed was done, I could walk away without a single glance back.
For years, it worked well for me.
Until last night.
Well, more like this morning. Last night I was fine with walking out of the hotel room and driving home. It was this morning, when I woke up and still felt him between my legs because he fucked me so good, that everything changed.
Suddenly I wanted a second go-around just to see if the night wasn't a fluke, and the man had the stamina to do it again.
Damn him for being the best I ever had.
"Josephine!" My grandmother snapped her fingers in front of my face. Effectively pulling me out of my dirty thoughts and back to what I was supposed to be doing. Working for her. "What's with that stupid look on your face?"
I sneered back at her until she smiled at me. "That's more like it. I can't have you going soft on me, girly."
Bee––my grandmother––owned the Crazy Fox Diner where I worked simply to help her out. I didn't need the job. I made plenty of money working for the newspaper and from my blog but working at the diner meant I was privy to everyone's secrets. And for a person like me, those secrets were gold.
"I don't think anyone can describe me as soft, Grams." Nope, I was a hard-ass just like her. I gave as good as I got, and the people in this town were used to it. Expected it even. It was what made them love us and kept bringing them back to the diner day in and day out.
Or maybe it was just the simple fact that we were the only food establishment in our small town. Either way, I could set my watch by the people who came in here to eat. That was how predictable the people of Willow Creek had become.
"Did you need something, or do you just enjoy snapping your fingers in my face?"
"Fresh blood just walked in the door. I'm going to need you to get out there and check them out."
I rolled my eyes. I loved my grandmother dearly, but she was a bigger gossip than me. And she loved when people passed through town because it gave her a chance to find out everything she could about their lives.
"I thought you preferred the newbies. Why are you having me take them?"
Despite being in her eighties, my grandmother still worked the floor like she had when she first opened this place. She said it kept her young and in the loop.
"Because he's one fine silver fox and much too young for me."
And there it was. The reason she was passing the table off to me. My grandmother was constantly trying to set me up and marry me off. Too bad I had no intention of ever settling down.
"Fine, I'll take the table, but you owe me."
"This is literally your job."
I waved her off because she was right, but I wasn't about to tell her that.
Grabbing a pot of coffee, I walked out of the kitchen through the swinging doors and glanced around to see which table Grams was referring to.
I found it nestled in the corner in one of the few booths the diner housed. The man's back was to me as he faced the door.
Plastering a fake smile on my face, I weaved my way across the diner to the booth. "Can I start you off with some coffee?" I didn't bother to look at the man but instead focused on the cup.
