“Fuck,” I say out loud in my office. I left the door open. Allowing my employees to come in if need be to let me know if there’s something wrong with the schedule or if there’s been any complaints my manager on duty couldn’t handle.
I spin around after running my hands through my hair and stop in my tracks, there in the flesh is Harlow. She has her hands in the front of her wringing her fingers.
“Harlow, how can I help you?” I muster out the words.
“Oh, um. I heard a noise and thought you were hurt. Are you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, just doing everything that needs to be done since I’ve been gone,” I tell her with exasperation. Not wanting her to leave my presence, but knowing she’s off limits.
“Anything I can help with?” she mumbles.
“No, just trying to sort it all out. How are things out on the floor? You doing okay out there?” I ask, steering the conversation back to her.
“Yep, I have it all under control, well, for being a hostess and bussing tables. It’s not too hard to do. You know?” She stutters almost as if insulting herself.
“It’s a lot of hard work. I remember bussing tables in my college days. Don’t put yourself down. A lot of these kids don’t know what it’s like to work a day in their life.” I tell her with firmness. She works a lot, more than anyone else in this restaurant myself not included. If I’m not here, I’m at my other restaurants. But what she does, the being on her feet all day, the aches and pains I know she gets after a full day of work. I understand it, all too well.
“Thank you, I’m hoping one day to enroll in college in the hospitality industry, but right now it’s a saving game and making sure my bills are paid,” she says while staring down at her shoes.
I walk towards her and lift her chin up, so I can look deep into her bright blue eyes. Eyes that I will be thinking about late into the night in the comfort of my shower as a fist my cock to the thoughts of her kneeling before me, waiting for my cum to hit her lips.
“You’re doing an amazing job. Don’t knock yourself down,” I tell her and then back away as there’s a knock on my door from my manager, Daniel. Harlow jumps back, like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson,” Harlow says as she turns away to leave. I watch her every step with the sway of her hips.
“Evan, you know that’s nothing but trouble,” he says as I finally take my eyes off of Harlow.
“Don’t I know it, but I know she’s the kind of trouble that will be mine,” I tell him with a sternness in my voice.
“Hands off, I get it man. You ready to go over expense reports?” Daniel asks.
“Yeah, let me close the door and we’ll get started,” I tell him, but not without stepping outside my office to take one final glance at Harlow.
5
Harlow
When Evan tipped up my chin and touched me, it was like our eyes were magnetic. Once our eyes locked onto each other’s, it was like no one else was around us. The world was nothing but empty space and it was just the two of us.
As I go along with my day I think about the what if’s. What if Daniel didn’t barge in? Would our lips meet? Would he grasp me and pull my body tighter into his? Would he fist his hands in my hair? Would the spark consume us like wildfire? I wish I had the answer to all these what if’s. Sadly I won’t get them though, Jessica told me, Evan Jackson is a stickler for rules and the biggest rule in the employee handbook is no fraternization among employees and management.
I return to getting the tables ready before the lunch rush comes through. Today I’m not working a double and I know what I’ll be doing as soon as I get off. The beach and ice cream is calling my name. It’s been a long week since I started working at the Ocean Breeze and sometimes life really gets you down and the salty air is the one thing I know will help cure me of life trying to wear me down.
Jessica comes up to me right before we open the doors, “Hey, want go to a party tonight? It’s at the Mason twin’s house.”
“You know that’s not my crowd, plus I have plans tonight,” I tell her not elaborating that my plans aren’t anything exuberant, but really, I just need some peace and quiet. I love Jessica, but I swear she’s the party animal to my home body.