𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

Night shift part 1|| 10

I was stood at the counter waiting for my next customer when my manager had snook up behind me and asked for a word.
We went into the staff room where she asked me a few questions before questioning me whether or not I was interested in doing night shifts more frequently.

"So, Lorali, what would you say to a Night Shift tonight? Brandon's off so we need someone to fill in for him."

"Hm, I'm not sure..."

"Tell you what- do it, I'll pay you double. Just for tonight. Stays between you and me."

My eyes widened at her words. Pay me double? That means I could buy my mum a certain gift for her birthday and go to France.

"Alright, fine. But just this once okay? I'm busy as is." I agreed. She nodded her head and we got back to our business.

Today has been pretty busy, meaning the more messy the shop gets, with silly teenagers throwing cups at each other. I already had to kick some boys out for harassing Lucy, my co worker. Dicksfaces. I've felt quite happy today with myself, not only did I flirt with James last night, but I also get to do the coffee pictures today! I've counted up to about 12 bear faces and 6 flowers. Yes I count, it's how I choose my favourite customers.

Finishing my last picture for the day, I sing the bell calling out their number. "Number 208, caramel latte."

A shy girl come up to the counter, I would say no younger than 17, her hair a lushes blonde colour, and big grey eyes.

"That's me." She awkwardly waves to me.

I can tell when people are nice, and I already love her, i would love to have all my customers as calm as her. I hand over her latte, the picture is a swirly heart perfect for her, smiling I shout bye, feeling relived knowing all I have to do know is clean, no more  customers to deal with.

Me and my manger are not the closest, that's why we don't eat lunch together or talk so much, it's just awkward, and I don't wanna feel unwelcome, so I just leave it and eat alone. As it reaches 10:00, the doors bell dings, and I know James just came through the door, he works night shifts a lot, especially on Thursdays. Looking up to see the all giddy James, he looks neater today, I feel like it might be because if last night, giggling to myself, I feel a hand on each shoulder behind me, then all of a sudden James kissed my cheek. A blush rises to my cheeks but I try to control it.

"Hello princess"
Princess? That's a new one. Not saying I hate it or anything.
I stand up to to face him, only to find him bowing in front of me.

"James stop it, your embarrassing."
I say this trying to hold in my laugh, as I grab his hand and pull him up straight.

"Get to work, we're both son nights tonight."

"Me and Lorali on a night together, lucky me aye."

Bending down to rearrange some napkins, whilst shaking my head at him, I realise how great he really is, definitely my favourite co worker.

....

11:30

1hour and 30 minutes it's been, and all night I can't help but notice the flirty glances James is giving me, and the flirty things he's remarking.

"Now all the sides and tables are clean, floors mopped, okay now all is to shut all the blinds, and flip the open sign to closed."
Taking a deep breath of exhaustion, I make my way over to the windows and do a quick check outside, making sure there's no murderer out there. As I Said, Ive seen movies.
When the coast is clear I roll down the blinds, then opening the door, as soon as I do this the cool breeze hits my face. The thing I love about night shifts is that no-ones around, it's just you and one or two other people. when you hear the wind whistling, it instantly calms you down.

James is sitting at a table drinking water, he's as done with this as I am.
I don't know what comes over me, but I find myself walking past him slow enough for him to notice me.
I smirk, side eyeing him, noticing the amused look on his face.
When I make it into the washroom, i walk over to the sinks, checking myself out in the mirror as I wash my hands. The washroom is gender neutral, so I'm not surprised when the one and only James walks in.

"Lorali, you make it almost impossible to resist you dear."

"Very funny James, when are you gonna stop trying to get in my pants?"

"Who says I wanna just get in your pants huh?"

The tension is getting thicker, as im watching him creep close behind me in the mirror. My heart skips a beat, as I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, sending goosebumps all over me.

"James were just friends, remember that." At this point I'm barely saying anything, my words are breathless, I feel flutters everywhere.
My breath hitches as his fingers drag along my curves ever so slightly.

What am I doing?

Enough,
I whip around, only to be lifted onto the counter. Man he's strong.
Resting my arms around his neck, I whisper.

"James, I can't do this with you."

My head tilts letting him lean close to my ear, "I know" is all he whispers to me caught up in the moment,
probably not realising what he's saying. Sweet kisses pressing against my cheeks, slowly edging closer to my lips, until all that is left between us, is our dignity. Our hot, heavy breaths mixing together making the room warmer, and the tension unbearable.
His nose nudging at mine, trying to give our lips contact. All I notice is his eyes staring at my lips, he's noticing how I bite them. My mind goes blank and I give in.

"Fuck it."

I crash my lips against his, moving in rhythm, his hands snaking around my waist, bringing me closer, giving me friction. Not even noticing the time, I just wanna carry on kissing him. My hand reaches into his gorgeous curly hair, gripping it, hearing his moan into the kiss, turns me on. I smile into the kiss, not letting go.

"You know James, I never knew you were this desperate." The words come out slowly, breathlessly between each kiss.
Hearing the way he lowly chuckles only makes me want him more.
He's the one to dive in again, not wasting any time, his tongue sliding against my lips asking for entry. Choosing to be stubborn I deny, soon gasping when he bites my bottom lip, taking this chance to slide his tongue in, we mix together in harmony, tongues dancing together. All you can hear is a mixture of moans.