Dirty Little Secrets (RATED R)

2. Really?

The engine died as soon as I pulled into my usual parking space in front of my building inside the apartment complex.

Banging my fists against the steering wheel, I slammed the truck door open with my bag in tow.

I really needed a new car. Every time I'd let off the gas, the engine would die, and I always had the hardest time getting it to crank. I'm no mechanic, but I have a gut instinct telling me that the old Ford Ranger I've had since I was sixteen is about ready to die.

The Waffle House is just across the street from my apartment, so it didn't take me long to take a shower and be ready. I never drove, just to save gas I'd walk. It's literally a two minute stroll.

"Hey Dawn!" A chorus of voices chirped as I stepped inside the diner, the bells overhead announcing my arrival.

I inhaled a breath of relief, the mixture of different greasy foods hung heavily in the air, the same way it had always smelt. Something about it instantly calmed me though, and I actually enjoyed being at work, especially here.

"Hey everyone!" I announced back, moving behind the counter and punching in my employee number at their new electronic cash register.

Shoving the clock in ticket in my back pocket, I smiled as I tied my apron around my waist.

"Long day Parish?" I asked my favorite co-worker. She looked sleep deprived, her large eyes wide with exhaustion.

"You have no idea." She breathed, handing change back to a leaving customer. "You have a good day now and come back to see us." She smiled politely at the man who tipped his hat at us, sending her a flirtatious smile.

"I've been the only waitress on clock for the past seven hours, and my shift doesn't end for another three." She finished when she slammed the register shut with her hip once the man had left. "I just pulled an all nighter and only had four hours of sleep before coming back to work."

Parish shook her head, looking over at the only cook on call. "How's them hash browns coming, Jay? It shouldn't take ten minutes to cook!"

I glanced over to see the back of a man's head while he danced back and forth along the stove line. He had black hair and really nice forearms, and from what I could gather from the back, I just knew he was going to be gorgeous when he turned around.

Great, another hot guy. Why haven't I met him yet? I've been here for almost three weeks, but it seems I haven't met all the employees.

"Blah, blah, blah. You're bitchiness won't make these potatoes cook any quicker." Jay slurred out, working his hands entirely too slow for someone who was in a rush. Maybe he was new.

Parish narrowed her eyes at Jay, slapping him in he back of the head which caused him to bust out in a loud chuckle.

"Baby girl, will you take over B side for me, please?" She smiled politely at me, her big brown eyes in a pout. "I need a break once these potatoes are served." She cut her eyes back over to Jay, narrowing them in suspicion.

I nodded, fixing my name tag as I grabbed a paper and pen. "Yes ma'am." I chirped.

"Who's the fresh meat?" Jay asked, scooping the potatoes onto a plate and passing them to Parish who snatched them from him with an evil smirk.

I lifted an eyebrow. I guess he wasn't new.

Jay turned around, his eyelids weighing heavy as my lips slightly parted.

Oh no... Wow, was the only thought that could register.

What the hell is wrong with me? I seriously can't be that sex deprived to be star struck twice in one day. Let's just say, Jay was hot. And I mean, hot.