Katie's Cafe

25

The following morning, things are going completely normal until I'm taken aback when Tom comes walking into the cafe looking like an entirely different man.

His hair is now much shorter, styled with the perfect amount of product, and he's also completely clean shaven. I barely recognise him, but he looks really good, younger even.

"What did you do?"

"This is what the appointment was for after work yesterday. Do you not like it?"

"I do, but it's so different. Very James Bond, if that makes any sense?"

"I'll definitely take that as a compliment," he laughs and blushes a little.

"Holy shit!" Hannah's voice calls out when she spots him and nearly drops a plate full of food in shock.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go on?" he seems intrigued.

"By any chance do you have a desk somewhere in your house?"

"Yes, there's an old oak one in the spare bedroom. Can I ask why?"

"It's part of my surprise".

"I can hardly wait. Do you want me to pick you up after work?"

"Okay, I'll see you then".

I smile as he leaves, knowing exactly what I have in store for him later, and I really hope he likes it.

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I'm relieved when we finally get to his house later that day, because with his new clean shaven look, he's somehow even harder to resist now.

"I'm going upstairs to get ready".

"Any clues?"

"No, you'll just have to be patient and remember to play along. Be waiting in the spare room in twenty minutes," I say before I kiss him and head upstairs.

Of course I'd chosen to go with the full on, sexy student look for tonight, so I get the outfit out of my bag once I've had a quick shower. Nothing kills the mood faster than the smell of bacon grease.

There's red matching lingerie, a white blouse, grey cardigan, a short black pleated skirt, black knee high stockings along with my trusty black stilettos to complete the look.

I put my hair up in a high ponytail and do my makeup in his bedroom. Still, I was a little nervous, but I also didn't want to hide this side of myself from him.

This was the only part of my previous job that I never disliked. I liked to look sexy, not for the men necessarily, but more for myself.

As soon as I'm fully ready, I confidently knock on the spare bedroom door and wait outside for him to answer.

Although, as I'm standing here, I can't help but think about the fact that this outfit wasn't nearly this tight the last time I'd worn it.

"Come in," he says like he's confused.

His eyes widen when I enter the room, not sure which part of me to look at first while he sits in a chair in front of the desk, trying his best not to smile.

"Holy shit," he says quietly before he covers his mouth.

"You wanted to see me, Mr Dalton?"

"Yes?" I can tell he's really flustered and doesn't know quite what to say yet.

"I'm really sorry for being such a bad student, but I couldn't help myself. The chancellor has sent me here to apologise to you in person".

"What did you do wrong?"