And if there even were something here, it would probably be nothing more than blowjobs whenever he feels like slamming his cock down my throat.
Which I can live with.
“There’s nothing to know,” I finally reply with a shrug. “So, I’m thinking it shouldn’t be mentioned, either.”
“Oh, come on,” he barks, his body shuddering with anger.
I arch an eyebrow as I lean against the pickup counter and grip the edge. This is the first time I’ve ever seen Colin angry, and he’s dealt with some real pieces of work bussing this place.
“I’m not a snitch,” he says in a much calmer tone. “What you do is your business and no one else’s. Sorry for asking.”
Now I feel like shit.
“No, it’s fine,” I tell him as I push away from the counter and wave a hand dismissively. “If you want me to be honest, I’m not entirely sure what happened out there. I’m about as shocked as you looked when you caught us.”
“Hm.”
Colin hasn’t looked at me once.
Instead, he seems content to speak to that goddamn fryer instead of me, and it’s starting to bother me.
“Is this going to be a problem?” I ask, more irritably than I mean to.
“Nope. Like I said, not my business.”
I nod—not that he can see it, and grab one of the griddle scrapers and give the flattop a quick cleaning.
“Okay, well I’m off in an hour. Are you guys going to be okay until three?”
“Yeah, we—”
“Because I can stay if you need me to. I don’t have anywhere I need to be,” I finish, cutting him off.
Colin finally looks at me.
All it took was me rambling nervously to get him to lay his eyes on me, and now that he has, I look away.
I don’t feel any shame for what I’ve done with Xavier—hell, I’m hoping for more, but I just don’t want any of my co-workers to feel uncomfortable around me because of it.
Colin finally moves away from the fryer and starts to make his way toward the swinging double doors. With his palm on the door, he hesitates for a moment, giving me an equally hesitant glance.
“What?” I ask curiously as I push my hair out of my face.
He lets out a forlorn breath, shakes his head, and walks back out into the warzone.
And I’m left standing with the griddle scraper in hand, wondering what it was that he wanted to say, but didn’t have the words to.
Chapter Eleven
Xavier
Walking back into the diner, I see Suzie’s dismay at my return, and Katy’s annoyance that I’m seemingly not done hassling Amos tonight. Too bad, because now I’ve had a taste and I want more. Promises, promises…
I retake my seat in the booth I’ve been using all evening, noting that my empty plate and everything else has been cleaned up while I was outside. Raising my hand, I wave at the two waitresses and wait to see which one wants to deal with me some more. I’m in no hurry to leave, not since Amos has finally given me some of what I want.
I’ve spent a long time denying myself, holding back from showing him any level of mercy or weakness. Truthfully, he’s a big fucking weakness… not that I’ll ever make him aware of the kind of power he has over me.
Leaning back in the booth, I watch as Katy comes over with a menu and a God give me strength expression on her face. She wants me to fuck off, but courteousness and respect for her job keeps her from expressing it to me.