Dirty Little Secrets (RATED R)

8. Busted

"It's too tight."

"It'll work," Jay grunted.

"No, it's too tight." I protested.

"Shut up." He mumbled while lighting the tiny joint that was dangling from his plump lips.

The thought of getting stoned had never even entered my mind. Yes, I'm a pervert.

But why was I even having this argument with him? We could get caught.

"Weed? At work? Really?" I arched a brow, not amused.

We were standing right at the backdoor of the restaurant. A dumpster was the only obstruction blocking us from the highway and the side of the building  keeping us out of view from any back parkers. But it didn't matter, it would be so easy to get caught.

"I know you're not mother Mary." He grinned, taking a long drag and passing it to me.

"Who's to say I'm not a cop?" I retorted, making him laugh out a cloud of smoke he had been holding.

"Cops don't work at Waffle Houses."

"What if I'm an undercover?"

It was his turn to give me a look.

I snorted and snatched the joint from him, staring at it before shrugging my shoulders.

What the hell? It couldn't hurt, right? Maybe I'd feel a lot less like crying or ripping Dante's throat out like a rabid animal.

I had only smoked a handful of times in the past and at a few parties, but it had been over five months since the last time I had even smelt it.

After a moment I sighed and took a puff.

"Gotta walk before you can run." He laughed at me while I hacked up a lung, tears prickling my eyes.

I handed it back to him while my body convulsed in a violent coughing fit.

A sharp sting on my back caused my eyes to go wide, and another accompanied it before I realized he was slapping my back.

"What the hell?!" I cried out once I was able to catch my breath. "That freaking hurt!"

He tried to hand it back to me but I shook my head.

"No thanks," I muttered, spitting stray pieces of pot from my lips. Ugh. "I don't want my lungs collapsing today."

"You just have to hit it easier," he coached, "this ain't some cheap shit. Here, let me help you."

I went to shake my head in protest yet again, but his mouth on mine made my eyes grow wide. My lips parted in surprise and he took the opportunity. To my surprise, instead of his tongue, smoke was gently blown inside my mouth.

"Like that." He grinned once he had pulled away, his voice low while I smoothly blew the smoke out, my eyes locked on his.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I cleared my already drying throat, licking my lips. I could taste him, smoke and coffee lingering on my lips from his.

I was speechless. Maybe I was already stoned? I wasn't sure, but I knew I wanted to feel his lips on mine again.

"You have beautiful eyes." He said while holding my gaze, his voice low. "But I bet you get told that all the time, don't you?"

I swallowed, unable to look away no matter how badly I wanted to.

"Only by you." I responded truthfully, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jay broke the eye contact to take another hit, snapping me completely out of the trance. What was I doing kissing my coworker? My hot coworker might I add. Well, it wasn't really a kiss...