“That’s the customer bathroom. You don’t use that one.”
“Sorry. Is there one for employees?”
“Never mind.” He storms off back to his office, growling something under his breath. The man has me confused. Is he turned on, or does he not trust me?
That’s why he wants me to eat in his office, use his bathroom. Is he trying to see if I’m stealing something, creeping through his files? Ugh. Annoyed, I straighten my shoulders and march back into the fray and work for the next two hours without letting his distrust get to me. Heather’s on her way to clock out when he calls her to his office. I stand by the side and wait, unsure of what he’s going to say. Heather turns back to me and gives me a wink before walking past. “He wants to see you.” I think Heather’s completely wrong about him.
3
Logan
“I’ll tell her to come in,” Heather says.
“Thanks.” She nods and walks out, whispering something to my sudden obsession. A blush creeps over the apples of her cheeks and her eyes dart downward, avoiding looking in my direction. She doesn’t have any idea how sexy I find her innocence. It’s fucked up the way I want to pin her to my desk and demand that she keep her eyes on me as I spread her thighs wide and feast on her pussy. My mouth waters as if it’s a T-bone on the grill and I’m a starved man with eyes full of lust and ready to be fed.
I stand and take the forms out of the cabinet near the door. When Clover doesn’t enter, I rake my eyes over her form as she stands just outside my door looking nervously at her hands, which are linked, and refuses to meet my penetrating stare. Does she feel how crazy she makes me? Can she sense that I’m hanging on to my self-control by a thread, itching to unleash this intense lust coursing through me? Probably not. She’s a sweet girl, just like her cousin said.
“Come in here, Clover,” I order. Her head raises, and she looks at me with her bottom lip in a stranglehold with her teeth. She suddenly relaxes, releasing it from the tight grip and relieving me of my duty to pull her plump lip free. Her shoulders stiffen up, and then she steps into my lair. Then it hits me—she’s worried about not getting the job. It’s a needless worry that I need to rectify.
“So far, you did a good job today. You’re hired.” She squeals and throws her arms around me. Catching herself, she steps back.
“So sorry.”
“No. It’s okay.” It’s honestly not okay, because I’m relatively sure that a second longer and I would have nutted in my boxer briefs. Her pebbled nipples scraped against my chest, marking me forever while I forced myself to think of something disgusting. It was less than a fraction of a minute, but the woman’s scent is now embedded in my nostrils.
Clearing my throat, I close the door behind her and then move back around to my desk, sitting before she can see the true effect she has on me. “Mornings are the busiest, and the waitresses could really use a hand. Do mornings work?” We have the diner open from four in the morning until eight at night because there are other places to eat. Most of the town comes here for their breakfast and lunch, but dinner is slower than the other two rushes.
“Um…yes. It’s not like I have anything else to do,” Clover says, giving me a half smile. That’s good because if she has someone that needs her attention, I might lose my shit.
“Okay, please take a seat. I need you to fill out these papers.” I set them down on the desk in front of her with a clipboard, and she picks them up. I want her to fill them out in front of me because I’m a sick fuck who can’t stand being away from her.
Reading them over, she pauses and then says, “Um…okay. Let me get my IDs out.” She stands and grabs her purse that’s hanging over my coat rack and over her coat. As she sits back down, her tits give a nice jiggle that draws my attention. I’m going to lose my shit. I’m causing myself undue stress. Hiring her means I’m liable to get hit with a sexual harassment case, but I can’t stand the idea of upsetting her. She’s a good waitress, from what I noticed while trying to control my jealousy when she smiled at the customers.
“I’ll need to make a copy of those.” I point to her IDs.
“Oh, of course. Sure.” As she hands them to me, our fingers brush against each other, and I’ve made another mistake. Our eyes meet, and I do my best to act like I’m not trying to fuck my kid into her. I pull back and focus on my computer screen. There’s a scanner next to my desktop, so with a few keystrokes, I scan her IDs and then slide them back to the front of the desk, making sure to keep my hands to myself.