Letting go of his hair, I give him a gentle nudge backward before I shove my still half-mast cock back into my jeans.
“You have to wait until I clock out. I don’t get what’s so hard to understand about that.”
Xavier gets to his feet, his lips now a tight, straight line of anger, but I grin.
I’m doing this for his benefit more than mine. I want to make sure that he’s stone cold sober before we end up in bed together. I don’t want to have a morning after where he regrets what we’ve done.
I don’t want to have a morning after where he gets sick over it.
And I sure as hell don’t want a morning after where he gets violent because of it.
Xavier may not be the tallest guy on the block, but he’s stronger than most and that only amplifies when he gets angry.
I’ve been on the receiving end of his temper one too many times to want to deal with it again, all because he’s still kind of tipsy and horny.
“Go back into the dining area. Wait. When work is over I’ll come get you. If you try to distract me anymore, I’ll have to stay longer to pick up the slack.”
I don’t wait for his response which I know would be filled with frustration. Pulling open the door to the bathroom, I walk back toward the kitchen doors.
Hell, the entire reason I followed him in there was to tell him to stop acting like a horny teenager, and then I almost turned into one.
I shake my head as I walk right past Colin and go straight toward the back so I can start doing some inventory.
The last thing I need is for him to give me another embarrassed, peculiar look about my brief absence.
This sucks.
Chapter Fifteen
Xavier
I finally get a small taste of Amos, and was about to show him what I can do to him with my mouth and he stops me. Is he trying to make me lose my damn mind? Shaking my head at the situation we’ve found ourselves in, I take a few more minutes to compose myself before I head back out into the diner.
There’s got to be little doubt about what we were doing in here, even though barely anything happened. Either that or the waitresses are taking bets over whether I’ve passed out in here or something. I’m hoping for the latter, though.
I’ve been more reckless tonight than I have previously, taking risks I never thought I would, and laying out in the open exactly what Amos does to me, and apparently made it obvious to more than just him. It could be the vestiges of the alcohol I drank earlier still buzzing through me, but I know it’s not the booze I’m drunk on right now.
With a heavy sigh, I crack my neck and my knuckles, then stretch out my arms to loosen the muscles that have been tense ever since I got here and I first saw Amos tonight. Was it luck that he happened to be working on the same night I was out with my friends, or was it intentional? Who the fuck knows?
When I’m finally calm and composed enough to face the staff and patrons on the other side of the door, I walk out with my back straight and my head up. Returning to the booth I’ve essentially made my own for the night, I settle back down on the bench and pull out my phone.
I felt it buzz while I was in the restroom with Amos, but was too focused on him to stop and take a look. It’s Shane.
Shane: Get lucky yet?
Me: Fuck off, man. You know it’s not like that.
Shane: Sure it’s not.
Me: Leave it alone.
Shane: I will if you will, but you just can’t help yourself.
Me: Keep this up and I’ll give Suzie your number.
Shane: Already got it. :P
Me: Go and bother her then.