Jake, on the other hand, left a three hundred dollar tip for a three-dollar cup of coffee. I tried to give it back to him for a week, but he refused. Said something along the lines of, “a tip laid, is a tip played.” It reminded me of what someone might say playing cards, but coming out of my king’s mouth it meant something different.
Since then his tips have been generous, yet much more normal. Maybe that’s because I never mentioned money troubles again, still feeling a bit weird about his generosity and not wanting to feel indebted to him.
But he never gave me that vibe at all, and fortunately, I don’t. Not only that, but I’ve been saving a few extra dollars each day from my shift and putting them in a can so I can pay him back in a couple of months. I hate the feeling of owing anybody anything, although I owe it to myself, to be honest with him about what I really want from him.
And what I want are all the things money can’t buy.
“I’m telling you,” Ella says.
“Telling me what? I don’t need anyone telling me anything,” I bark back, wondering why she won’t just leave me alone.
She leans in closer so no one can hear. “The man is packing serious meat in those pants, and you wouldn’t last a second, so you’re better off to just quit drooling and let it go.”
“Let what go?”
“Come on, Jewel. You eye fuck him left, right, and center every time he comes in here.”
“Like you don’t do the same?” I slide my hands up to my hips.
She just shrugs and finally gives up, which allows my eyes to drift back in his direction as I prepare to go ask him if he needs anything else, although I know he doesn’t.
It’s just that my wild imagination from reading so many darn Lena Little books on my Kindle wants me to believe he’s going to say, “Glad you asked,” and then bend me right over his table and take me so Ella can get an eyeful of what she wishes she could have but is clearly saved for me.
But this isn’t about pissing off an annoying co-worker. This is truly about getting what I want, and I don’t care about anyone else. It’s time to put myself and my life first, and the first thing I know about Jake is that he wouldn’t say anything along the lines of, “Glad you asked.”
He’s the kind of man who puts himself first, second, and third. And it’s clear to see just by looking at him that what he wants, he takes.
Why is he taking so much time with me then? Or is Ella right? Am I too young and this is all in my head?
I only wish I knew, and I can’t afford to risk my job to find out. More importantly, I can’t afford to risk any more time not finding out. I’m about to lose my mind over this man.
And that’s not the only thing I want to lose when it comes to him.
4
Jake
My normal thirty minutes or so in the coffee shop has easily dragged into an hour or more today as I watch Jewel glide across the floor like an angel, serving coffee to happy customers with her smile…which today very obviously disappears when she looks in my direction.
Women are way more intuitive than men. They can read emotions and intent much better and it’s clear she can read all the dirty thoughts I have in my mind when it comes to her.
I really need to get outta here before I do something I might regret.
But standing right now is out of the question, my cock is harder than the metal that makes up the knobs on that espresso machine that Jewel’s co-worker keeps polishing in a way too sexual way. I ignore her completely, only focused on the one and only woman in this world for me. Correction, the little girl that I’m going to make into my woman.
I’ve never even had thoughts like this, never been into younger girls, or any girls for that matter. This isn’t some fetish, although there’s definitely something about Jewel’s tiny size and vulnerability that sucks me in like a vortex.
Yeah, I want to protect her, but I want to make her feel a bit of pain too. But no way in hell what’s surely a tight, little, untouched pussy will be able to take what I’m so damn ready to give her.
I adjust my weight in my seat,
leaning from one side to the other, but it does nothing to subside my need. Thinking about how delicious that pristine cherry must taste and how much I want to claim her has me thinking I’m not even going to be able to stand up to leave when they close the shop tonight.
Jewel moves around the side of the counter, pulling some prepackaged sandwiches from the fridge, and starts stocking the low shelf just in front of the register. As she bends over to put the sandwiches in their place, the tie on her apron catches the back of her shirt and it rides up, and those short shorts seem to slide down.
I grit my teeth, catching myself sliding my hand across the flat table, wishing it was the curve in her lower back. I imagine myself lying in bed with her after taking her for the first, the fifth, the fiftieth time and just caressing that perfect little body of hers as I ask her all the things she wants to accomplish in her life. And think about how proud it will make me to be the one to help her live out her dreams, as I live out the dream I never knew I had.
Her.