Waiting On My Waiter (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1 Stop Staring

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Waiting On My Waiter.

Chapter 1 Stop Staring

Genova's POV

He sways his hips seductivly as he walks from table to table, taking orders. I stare intensely at his delicious, round ass and unconsciously lick my lips. "Fuck" i curse when he bends over to pick up a napkin-that a man dropped while taking out his wallet. "Are you done eye raping our waiter?" My brother, Marco asks me. Without looking away from the sexy little twink, I say "no."

I continue staring at him as he walks over to our table "may i take your order?" He asks, with his pen poised at his notepad. I tilt my chin up to see his eyes but black locks of hair almost completely hide them. "I'll have potato salad" Marco replied. The waiter quickly jotted it down in his notepad, then turned his head in my direction "and what would you like?" He asked. To get a nice look at the eyes of the person who-took my breath away at first glance. "Chicken, salad, and corn" i said while my eyes skimmed the menu. He smiled and said "your food will be ready in just a moment-well not a moment but you know 10 or 15 minutes."
"Ok. See ya then cutie" i winked at him. A smile formed on my face as he started to blush.

He walked into the back room for a moment, then came back into the dining room with a few trays of food balancing on his hands. He walked around the room handing customers their plates until the trays where empty. After giving a few customers their checks he leisurely made his way to my table.

"Stop staring at me. It's distracting" he stated.
"If you would tell me your name, and number i would be glad to stop staring at you. For today." I ran my fingers through his hair, tucking it behind his ear-so i could have a look at his eyes. Damn, he's wearing contacts. His contract lenses are red.
"I'll tell you my name, but you can only have my number after 3 wonderful dates" he smiled at me "my name is Allic." 3 dates? Hell ya, i got to plan these dates to perfection. After all he did say wonderful dates-not nice dates.

"My name is Genova, and i would love to go on 3 dates with you. But how can i contact you if I don't have your number?" I asked, before sipping at my glass of water. He shrugged "meet me at the back entrance in an hour and we can go on that date" then without waiting to hear my answer he left to go collect more orders.

It's rude to leave in the middle of a conversation. My hand twitches at my side as i resist the urge to bend him over my lap and spank him into submission. If he where to become my submissive I wouldn't let him get away with being so rude. Just the thought has my pants feeling tight.

"Now that you have a date with the twink you where so obviously drooling over, let's get back on topic" Marco rolled his eyes as he spoke about my lack of subtlety. "I believe we where discussing who to hire and who to fire at the strip club we just bought" i say while grabbing a stack of our employees files, out of a box sitting under the table. I opened a few files to discuss with Marco. "Violet, Fallen, and Melissa have been ditching shifts and their dancing has been getting sloppy. So i think this is what we should do, fire Violet and Fallen but give Melissa a 2 week warning to get her act together. If she fails to do so then we can fire her." He seem somewhat shocked at me decision.

Just as he is about to protest Allic shows up with our food. "Thank you" i say and he sets our plates and utensils down in front of us. I start eating my corn. "Why don't we just fire all of them?" He asks with an eyebrow raised. "It's simple, Melissa has been slacking because her so called friends have dragged her down. So now that they are gone there is a good chance that she will once again be a hardworking employe."

After hearing my explanation he quickly agreed to my proposal. We ate our food while deciding who to hire "Bane, Soren, and Al" are the people we decided on. Even tho I wasn't there for the actual auditions because i had a business meeting that day, but Marco took care of it. After splitting the check me and Marco parted ways-he took the files with him on his way out.

It was about time for Allic to be getting off his shift, so i made my way to the back door of the restaurant to wait. Checking my watch i see he is already 20 minutes late, and my hand twitches. He is the one who picked the time, which implies that he should be ready by that given time. He's such a naughty boy.
The metal door creaks open and the boy with black hair covering his eyes creeps out, into the fresh air.
But that boy isn't Allic...