Master, Master {ManxMan} {BDSM}

Chapter Three

{Chapter Three}

The next few hours felt like years. Every time I looked at the clock, it seemed to taunt me with the fact that it had apparently only been three minutes since I last checked. I've long since finished the amazing pot pie and six glasses of water, two glasses of soda, and a piece of cheesecake.

David insisted I don't have to stay, that I can just come back to pick him up but I don't want to leave. Part of me feels that if I do leave, I may end up coming back to find David gone. It wouldn't surprise me since so many of my dates have bailed on me. Of course, those were actual dates while this is just a way to get to know a potential friend.

I check the clock again, nearly groaning when I see it's still only six. I still have an hour until David gets off. So I start playing solitaire on my phone, except I keep losing. Who loses at solitaire? This is why I prefer playing with cards, then I can just cheat my way out of it. Of course being that this is on a tiny computer, I can't cheat, which makes this all the more frustrating.

When the screen declares that I've lost yet another game I finally give up and toss the damned thing on the empty table. Unfortunately, I didn't gauge how far it would actually slide on the small table and before I have a chance to react, the small portable device falls to the fake white wood floor with an audible crack.

I cringe, looking at the fallen phone as I muster the courage to check it. It's not like it would be a horrible thing if my screen cracked but it would be an inconvenience, as I would have to transfer everything from that phone to a new one because those weirdly popular phones don't back everything up like their cheaper but more reliable counterpart.

"Ouch, I think it's DOA, might want to check, though," David comments from behind me and I turn to send him an unamused look.

"You realize that little hunk of junk cost me nearly eight hundred dollars? Don't joke about it," I mutter. I get up, getting ready to check the little piece of crap when I realize David hasn't moved, and he's no longer wearing his apron nor his name tag. Completely forgetting about my phone I look up at him from my position crouched on the floor. "Are you off?"

"Yeah, it's five past seven." He looks exasperated for having to explain this to me but I don't care as I sigh in relief. My god, those two hours felt like eons.

"Thank god," I mutter and stoop down to grab my phone. As I suspected there's a vicious crack across the screen from the upper left-hand corner to around the middle of my screen. Though after doing a check it's clear that I can still see through the crack, so I can take my time replacing my phone. It'll just be a little annoying.

"Jeez, good luck replacing that. Then again, I get the feeling it won't be a problem," he adds with a slightly bitter tone though I ignore is as I stand. I gather my stuff and lead the way out of the warm diner into the freezing air outside. David shivers beside me, making me realize he doesn't have a jacket. And while I would give him mine, I remember I didn't bring one either since I'm usually home by now.

Though I do take off my suit jacket and drape it over his shoulders. Rather than thank me for being so kind to give him an article of clothing that's worth well over three hundred dollars on its own, he sends me an annoyed glare, taking the jacket off and shoving it to me as we get closer to my SUV.

"I don't need your clothes, I'm not some helpless woman, I can handle the cold. I grew up in North Dakota where it was below freezing nearly the whole time. This is like beach weather, seriously," he adds in exasperation. I stare at him weirdly before I shake my head and unlock the doors, climbing in easily and watching in amusement as David struggles to climb into the monstrous truck.