Her face squinches up, and she shakes her head vehemently, “Oh, God, no. I’m the worst waitress. I’d be fired in the first hour of a shift.”
“Understood. It’s not for everyone and some nights I wonder why I still do it, but I like the pace and how every shift is different. I could never work behind a desk.” I take a sip of my water. I’m on some painkillers, so no beer for me.
“Agreed. I tried office work. I have a degree in accounting, but ugh, every day—numbers and every day—spreadsheets, same thing different day. I give kudos to people who can do that. I think they’re amazing. But I need change and the excitement of a big delivery that makes people smile, or moving things around in the room, that’s what I need. I moved a bunch of stuff around inDirty Hoesbefore it was robbed and I’m worried that I overstepped my boundaries.”
“If you’re worried, you should ask your boss if she liked it.”
She blows out a heavy breath. “You’re right. I’m so worried about everything that I’m not enjoying anything. When I made the changes to the front window, I was enjoying myself…well, until you know, Mr. Demanding-all-the-money.”
I pat her thigh. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ve decided that it’s best to find peace with what happened. It was a moment in time. And… he did introduce us, so maybe not totally horrible afterall.”
“Not totally horrible? Is that what I am?”
“I think you’re absolutely wonderful, Evan.”
I lean close to her and she starts to lean in. But the moment is broken by the wait staff bringing out food.
The food is placed before us, and as soon as I smell the pungent spices and see the steam rising off the dishes, I’m hungrier than I thought.
I take a bite of mine while watching Noel dive into hers.
“Oh, Evan, this is amazing.”
I agree that everything about my time with her is amazing. We definitely have a great story to tell about how we met.
“Here, Evan, try this.” She puts food on her fork and leads it to my mouth, and I watch her as I take a bite. I’ve had it before, and I know it’s excellent, but she doesn’t need to know that.
Keeping eye contact with her, I swallow. “Delicious, sweet and spicy, like you.”
She blushes, and her eyes fall to her plate.
“Want to try some of mine?” I ask.
Her eyes light up as she nods her head vigorously. I gather some on my fork and feed her.
My cock twitches as her mouth wraps around the fork and pulls the food into her mouth, those red lips glistening in the candlelight. Her eyes close, and she moans.
I harden at her reaction. I want to hear more of that in a different setting. As much as this woman inspires my libido, I need to know her more. I go to ask her a question, but she beats me to it.
“So, did you see the paper today? You’re the Christmas hero!” Her eyes glisten. “My hero.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I instead brush it off. I read it only because my co-workers wouldn’t stop calling to ensure I knew about it.
I set down my fork as my head pounds a little harder. “The police came by, but I can’t remember much about what happened.”
Noel’s face dims. “Are you sureyou’reokay?”
“I’m okay when I’m with you.” I internally groan at that statement.
“Really cheesy.” At least she calls me out, and I like that. Too many women wouldn’t, and I want someone who speaks her mind. Honesty means everything to me.
Lifting my fork, I take another bite. “Actually, it’s spicy, not cheesy.” Smirking, I keep my gaze on her.
“Funny.” She rolls her eyes, and my heart warms.
We eat several more bites. The quiet is easy with her. Hanging out with her is comfortable. I never have awkwardness and talking flows, and then we can sit like this and not have to fill the void. I’m not used to that experience with a woman. I’m quickly getting attached to the comfort of this woman.