Coffee Mess

Do You Dance?

The next couple of months were fine. Logan and I are still fuck buddies and thank God I found him, because with work I barely have the strength to go out and when I do, I prefer to spend time with my friends and not look for hookups. 

As for Mr. Maddox, he hasn't left again for more than 2 days and he's always at the back, and that makes me feel very nervous, because I feel like he has his eyes on me constantly and I'm always nervous that I might do something that he might find wrong, even though I'm always very careful, but him being silent and just sitting at the back or at a table observing, is very stressful. 

One day, as I'm ready to leave, he calls me to the back and asks me to help Fred with the bar at night for a couple of weeks, because the bartender he has hired had an accident and needed a leave and he doesn't know anyone else to fill in in such short notice. He even offered me more money for those 2 weeks, since it's harder and more dangerous. I felt bad that I'm his only choice, so, after he reassured me that he'll always be at the back if I need anything, I said yes. 

The first week was ok. I didn't have any problems with the customers, since it's a simple bar with nice music, nothing wild. The only problem was him; He didn't say anything, but I could feel him looking at me very well every time I would go for my shift, like he didn't like something on me. Since he didn't say anything, though, I didn't know what to do, so I just kept dressing how I felt like it.

One night, as I'm sitting on a stool behind the counter, since all the people inside the bar had ordered, I see Logan getting in with his hand around the waist of a girl around his age, dressed like an absolute slut. 

"No, Sandra! That's not right, women can dress as they please! U're not better yourself" I curse myself, looking at myself...