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She stood there as Je
“Alright, I will be more aware of the time from now on,” Devon said.
“That’s right, you will,” Je
You’re not the only one, Devon thought.
“Bre
“Thanks, Je
Bre
“So were you,” she said.
“But I didn’t get caught. So, don’t get caught next time,” he said, reaching out for her hand.
“Alright, boss. Is that all?” Her response was cheeky, but she couldn’t help it.
“I think Amy has the front covered for a bit.” He tilted his head toward the break room.
Devon smiled, feeling the weight of the morning drama lift off her shoulders. “I think she definitely has it taken care of,” she said, walking through the door.
Bre
His hands pushed up into her hair. Tilting her face up to his, he planted his lips down on hers. She gripped his shirt between her hands and pulled him closer to her. He tasted slightly of alcohol, and she became dizzy with his touch as if she had been the one drinking. He smelled good, fresh from a shower and she was glad that his scent wasn’t tainted with the smell of pot. Actually, she couldn’t remember the last time that smell had been on him.
Never breaking contact, Bre
Devon clawed at his shirt, untucking it, as she pressed her hands against his flat, toned stomach. The heat from his skin sent electricity coursing through her body, and the room suddenly felt stifling. Her mind couldn’t register a time she had ever wanted something this much. Maybe it was the knowledge that they were in a public place and could easily get caught, but mostly, she thought it was just Bre
He located the bottom of her skirt and hiked it up. Grasping her thigh in his hand, he pulled it up to wrap around his hip. Between kisses, her breath came out in short spurts as her hands roamed down to the hem of his jeans. Devon felt so rushed, so clumsy that she snapped the waistline of his boxers. Bre
“Belle,” he whispered, not pulling back but not moving forward.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice strained.
“We have to work,” he said, like it pained him.
“Yeah.” She would wait for him to make the first move.
“I can’t go out there like this,” he said, gesturing down.
Devon took the moment to look down, and when she saw what she did to him, her smile grew. “Maybe…I should go first.”
He swallowed. “Probably. I’m going to need time to calm down or else we’re going to need to finish.”
She preferred the second option, and it must have been clearly written all over her face because he groaned and pressed his forehead against hers.
“Belle, you can’t look at me like that.”
“I’ll, uh…just go,” she said, easing away from him.
Bre
She smiled brightly. “Yeah, definitely.”
“Good.”
His eyes roamed her body as she backed away from him.
DEVON EXITED THE break room and made sure her clothes were in good enough condition before she went out onto the floor. Je
“About fucking time,” Amy grumbled when Devon walked up. “Think you could be any later?”
“Probably,” Devon said with a shrug.
“I mean, was it not enough that you got yesterday off, too?” Amy snapped.
“Amy, lay off, alright? I already got yelled at by Je
“From Bre
So, that’s what this is about, she thought, realizing it was about Bre
“Yeah, they were both pretty pissed,” Devon told her.
“Well, maybe they’ll fire you.”
Devon gripped the menu she was holding as tightly as she could, so she wouldn’t snap back at Amy. Could she get much bitchier?
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Devon said sarcastically.
Amy just rolled her eyes again and walked over to one of her tables. Devon busied herself by rolling silverware, filling salt and pepper shakers, and wiping down the tables. At some point, Bre
The day passed with a steady flow of traffic. It wasn’t anything that one person couldn’t handle on her own, but it was nice to have both Amy and Devon on the shift. The di
Devon was more than irritated when she found the shitty tips from the rambunctious groups after they had exited the restaurant. Amy was fuming across the room, and Devon suspected she had discovered the same problem with her tables. What kind of assholes came in with a huge party, acted like hellions the whole time they were here, and then didn’t tip? Who had raised them to do that? Devon wanted to throttle them and explain to the worthless human beings that just because they had never worked a day in their life didn’t mean they couldn’t appreciate the hard work she had done for them. But, of course, she couldn’t do that either.
“You go ahead and take a break. You look like you need it,” Devon told Amy.
She didn’t want to do Amy any favors, but Amy had been there longer. Plus, it didn’t help Devon any to have everyone hate her.
“Thanks. I need a fucking smoke,” Amy said, pressing her hand to her forehead. “I’ll be back in fifteen.”
Devon watched Amy’s tables and kept Bre
“Just one shot,” he whispered, pushing the drink toward her.
Devon shook her head. “Not on the clock. Give it to Amy. She will flip her shit.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. That girl is obsessed with you.”
Devon giggled as Bre
“What? No, she isn’t,” he said.
“Bre
“Huh,” he said, his eyes going deep into thought. “That explains a whole hell of a lot.”
Devon rolled her eyes. “How did you not see that?”
“Only have eyes for you, Belle.” He smirked, placing a drink on her tray.