𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Bathroom Breaks| Smut

I wipe down the bar as I check the clock, it's only been a few hours since my shift began but I'm already bored to the bone. I smile at the other staff in the near empty cosy restaurant as they pass by, trying to appear like they're busy. It's early afternoon on a weekday, there probably won't be any customers coming in until later this evening- and that's if we're lucky. I sigh, glancing across the room to the lone dark haired man slumped at a table, he's already gone through a bottle of Aerial Whiskey since an hour ago, yet he still seems fairly sober. I watch as he stares at the table, the clear glass with only a mouthful of amber liquid swirls as he sloshes it about, then he tips his head back and downs it. I raise my brows, surprised he's still here. Usually most people realise that this tiny Colorado town doesn't offer much and they cross it off their road trip list, but this man seems intent on staying. 

He purses his lips together, reaching for the bottle, but it almost seems like he's hesitant. There's something about him that seems miserable, not just because he's getting drunk before three in the afternoon, but almost like he's lonely. I look around the restaurant, not seeing any new faces, and then I decide to take a leap. This man could tell me to turn around and go back to my job, or he could welcome the offer of part-time friendship. Or a distraction. I fix my hair and start for him, until he suddenly holds up a hand, I freeze, waiting, then he finally speaks roughly. "Another bottle." 

I scoff at the lack of niceties, but do my job and quickly rush back to grab another bottle of whiskey. I take it to him, setting it on the table then lingering. The man takes it, but stops when he sees that I'm still here. Slowly his eyes rake up my body, expression angsty before his eyes meet mine. "You're not gonna try telling me that I've got more to life than sitting in a boring restaurant drinking away my sorrows, are you?" He drawls as if expecting to be scolded. I shake my head, lips lifting as I take the seat opposite him, resting my arms on the wooden table. 

"Seems like you already know that, so I'd be wasting my breath." I shrug, being playful as the man's eyes linger on me. Over a series of seconds his mouth lifts just the tiniest bit, then he tips the bottle to me as if agreeing. I glance away, feeling my heart race at how ruggedly handsome he is. The man pours himself a drink, then offers the glass to me. I bite my lip, looking back at where the few staff linger in the corner, then quickly take it from him, downing it like a shot and holding back the cough as my throat burns. The man chuckles, taking back the glass as I focus on breathing, meanwhile he pours himself a drink and swallows it, then pours another. Jesus, he's definetly running from something, but I'm in no position to question him. 

"Why'd you come over here? I don't mind the company from a pretty woman like you, but shouldn't you at least be pretending to do something?" He muses, fingers tracing the rim of his glass where my lipstick rubbed off. I swallow, for some reason feeling a sudden heat shoot between my legs. I nod, feeling confident at how laidback the man is and how he's not tiptoeing around the truth. I watch as he leans back, watching me with curiosity and something else. 

"I should, but you seemed like you needed a distraction, then again the more you drink the more I get paid." I tease, earning a low chuckle from him. The man nods, both of us caught in a heated stare until I'm forced to look away before I show my feelings. We talk for a little while longer and introduce ourselves, but then the tension between us only begins to fire up more. 

"Let's say I wanted a different kind of distraction," Leon murmurs, watching for my reaction, my breath hitches as I lean forwards, willing to hear him out. "You up for a bathroom break?" 

I lick my lips, holding back a grin as I nod and stand. We're practically alone in the restaurant so nobody will even notice that I've gone for a few minutes. I walk to the bathrooms as Leon's chair scrapes behind me, signalling that he's following, then we both enter the bathroom. I lock the door behind me as Leon checks the stalls, then as soon as we know we're alone we rush to each other, pawing at clothes and kissing like the worlds ending. Leon's kiss is deep and messy, his tongue doesn't just devour mine, it obliterates it. I'm left merciless as he cups my cheeks and takes control, his dark stubble scratches my face in the best of ways, but then he's pushing me back against the wall, groaning as I whimper and grind against him, finding the tent poking from his dark jeans, I can't help but to wonder how long it's been there.