“Leave it,” I say to Maddox when he shifts in his seat.
Bill rings the bell so I scarper away, quickly grabbing the rude arse-wipe’s breakfast and taking it to him.
“Now that’s more like it.” He grins, showing yellow teeth beyond his bristly, graying moustache that hangs over his top lip. “Do I get my hug now?”
“I don’t know you,” I reply, trying to look apologetic. “I’m not a hugger.”
His lip curls with a sneer, raising his moustache to his nose. Yep. I just lost my tip.
I move to Bill and grab the drinks from the counter, getting back to work.
Sargent
Does this attitude work for him? Does he get laid when he speaks to and treats people badly like this? I have to say, I admire the girl’s professionalism and calm. I’m on the edge of my seat and I don’t even like her all that much. I respect her but I don’t like her. I don’t trust her. Though she doesn’t deserve this.
She brings over our oatmeal and rolls her eyes when I clean my spoon with my water and a napkin.
“It’s clean,” she snaps but I see her lips twitch.
“Your version of clean and mine are very different,” I respond, referring to the fact she dropped an orange segment on the floor the second day she was here, picked it up and ate it anyway without rinsing it.
“Are you trying to say I’m dirty?”
“Well, you’re not what I would call clean by my standards.”
“He’s OCD, you’ve seen his house,” Maddox replies, touching my pinkie finger gently. “He didn’t mean anything by it.”
“You say that about everything he says,” she snaps, pulling her hand away. I watch her close her eyes and count down from four before plastering a new smile on her face.
“I didn’t see popcorn on the menu, surely it should be provided when receiving a show with food?” I comment and she actually takes a step at me.
“Okay.” Maddox stands and places his hand on her stomach as I smile at her in a way I know is pissing her off. I really do rub her the wrong way.
Her pretty hazel eyes glower at me but I just find her even sexier than usual. I love it that I can piss her off to the extent where she wants to rip out my hair, but dirty fucktard near the window can’t even get her to drop her smile.
Does she find me attractive?
All signs point to yes. Now isn’t that an interesting development?
Especially now that Maddox has declared he’ll be going to England with her in six months for a while when her visa expires, which will likely turn into forever. It was a conversation we had on the way here when discussing work.
Why couldn’t he have fallen for a local girl? There are so many.
Though I must admit not many quite have the same charm as his little Pest.
If any charm at all.
“Stop being a jerk,” Maddox snaps and I know I might have gone a bit too far this time. I’m purposely goading her but my son keeps defending me. It’ll be their downfall.
Here’s hoping.
“I wasn’t,” I lie, using my most innocent mask.
He doesn’t look as though he’s falling for it.
Moments pass before the man by the window shouts, “HEY!” like before. My hands clench on the table, on either side of my nearly empty bowl. The oatmeal isn’t as bad as I thought it would be and the blueberries were fresh and clean.
She takes his bill to him, without even asking and waits for him to cash out. He’s whispering something to her but I can’t quite make out what he’s saying. The twitching of her fingers tells me she’s really struggling to stay calm now.
I’m ready to go over there myself when she finally turns with his money in hand and he whistles loudly, stands and grabs a handful of her ass.
“Fucking nice,” he chuckles.
My eyes cloud over with red and I stand from my seat, so does Maddox, but before either of us take a step she’s turning on him.
Her fingers grab his nose and she twists. There’s an audible pop, a gruff cry of pain, and then, when she plants her knee in his groin, he goes down. One hand to his nose, the other to his limp dick.
The Pest has some fight in her.
“Ah shit,” she mutters and brings her notepad to her face.
Tempest
Fucking fuming is an understatement.
I got fired. FIRED. For laying that shit for brains out.
It was my second day. That has got to be a new record. I should sue him and shut that place down.
“I’m never eating there again!” I yell, punching the bag hanging from the ceiling. It’s heavy so it doesn’t sway. I bring my foot around and kick it and hit it with three more jabs. “I’m never even walking past there again!” I spin and kick but it’s clumsy and I fall onto my side.