My Kind of Dirty (Dirty Fuckers MC 2) - Page 9

“Ever since I employed Grace, you’ve been coming in twice a day, and you checked out the schedule. I saw you doing it in my office on the first week. Don’t lie.”

He didn’t say anything, placing down the large, foil-wrapped baking dish. It was still warm, and the scents coming from it were amazing. The first week that Grace had been employed he’d watched her change. She’d gone from being this sad, reserved woman to smiling, and chatting with the customers, even the Dirty Fuckers. He wasn’t stupid, and knew that Teri had told her to be more outgoing. She had a standard that she demanded from all of her employees. It was what made her different from many other diners.

“She’s hot, isn’t she?” Teri asked, leaning against the doorframe, and refusing him a chance to leave. “Have you noticed how long her hair is?”

Drake had a thing about long hair. Many of his fantasies involved Grace on her knees in front of him, her hair wrapped around his wrist as he pounded into her pussy, over and over again.

“What are you getting at?” he asked.

She lifted her shoulders, giving him a coy smile. “I’m just shocked you’ve not tried to tap that.”

“From the sounds of it, you have.”

“Bite me, Drake. You know I get pleasure from everything.” Teri was known for loving both men and women. He’d seen many of the shows she put on for the club. Personally, he didn’t want the competition in the bedroom. Threesomes were all great, but focus tended to wane a little if there was too much tit or cock. “Tell you what, I’ll take this lot to the high school grounds, and you can come with Grace. She should arrive in ten minutes, and there’s a second car outside. Do you think you can drive it?”

The temptation was too good to pass up, and he didn’t want to miss a chance with Grace. He’d spent three weeks watching her, using every chance he got to talk to her. She wasn’t the easiest person to talk to, which annoyed the fuck out of him.

“You know I can drive it.”

“All right, this is going to be awesome. I hope you’re ready for Grace. She’s had a bad experience with some asshole. I don’t know everything, but I know she doesn’t trust easily.”

He wondered if Suzy knew anything more about Grace. She always changed the subject when one of the customers asked her what she’d been doing with herself. She was the queen at evasion.

Grace entered the kitchen ten minutes later, wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that was two sizes bigger than she was. “Hey,” she said.

“Hey.”

Fuck, hey? That’s all you’ve got to say, asshole?

Teri came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. “Grace, you made it. I’ve filled one car, and I’m going to leave you and Drake to fill the second. Is that okay?”

“Wait? I can drive the second car if he wants to go with you,” Grace said. Her cheeks looked a little flushed, and it was the only sign he got that she was affected by him being near. The clothes she wore made it hard for him to read her body’s response to him. He glanced down at her large tits, and he wondered if her nipples were hard for him.

“The pots are heavy, Grace. It will be easier if Drake does the heavy lifting. It’s what I’ve had him here for, as otherwise he’d be at the high school already helping the brothers get set up.”

“All you women do is use us big strapping men to lift shit for you,” Drake said, finally getting a word in.

Teri tapped his chest. “You do it all so well. You’ll follow me?” Teri asked.

Grace nodded. “I will. Everything you want is wrapped, right?”

“Yep. I’ve pointed it out to Drake.”

Together they followed Teri toward the car. Grace was gripping the strap of her bag hard. She had the bag nestled between her breasts as the strap was across her body in a satchel type bag.

They both waved at Teri’s disappearing car.

Alone, silence fell between them, and Drake turned to find Grace staring at him.

“I’ll get the car,” he said, holding the keys that Teri had given to him. Climbing behind the wheel, he reversed toward the kitchen. “Come on, Drake, you can do this. You’ve made it your mission to fuck the wrong kind of woman. Grace, she’s totally right.”

His little obsession for the young waitress had gradually built on him, surprising him. Yes, he visited the diner regularly, but he’d started to visit more since Grace began to work for Teri. That wasn’t all, he found himself following her home to make sure she got there safely. He didn’t let her know that he was there, simply kept a safe distance to make sure she was okay.

For three weeks he’d kept a close eye on her, and he’d not touched another woman since seeing her.

Climbing out of the car, he moved into the kitchen, hearing Grace grunting. Entering, he found her trying to lift up a lasagna pan, but it wasn’t moving.

“Teri warned you it was heavy,” he said.

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